Proving his intelligence once again this morning, I caught him licking the sleeve of his coat. The same sleeve that is used to wipe anything and everything off of his face. The same coat that I had recently commented on its disgusting state. And why was he licking it? "Because it was diiiiiiiir-TY!" And licking it is your preferred method of getting it...cleaner? Oooookkkkkk...but how 'bout I just throw it in the washer when we get home instead.
The only thing that stopped me from laughing at him was the immediate gagging after getting a tongue full of food remnants, dried tears, and boogers, and in turn the horrible spiky ball in my stomach that shows up when he looks like he's gonna puke.
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