Nature or Nurture
There were sil and Baz, their foreheads pressed together. Baz looked deep into his daddy's eyes, and then, without breaking eye contact, extended his anteater-like tongue and licked sil on his nose. Sil sprang break, making a noise between screaming and laughing. Then he collapsed in hysterical giggles on the bed.
Baz had won this round.
Sil applied to me for sympathy, but I have been the recipient of many of his nose-licking outbursts before, and I think he has been hoist on his own petard of wet-noseness.
I think the best part is how perfect Baz's comedic timing was. He absolutely learned that from his daddy. And he is putting the lessons to good use.
Baz had won this round.
Sil applied to me for sympathy, but I have been the recipient of many of his nose-licking outbursts before, and I think he has been hoist on his own petard of wet-noseness.
I think the best part is how perfect Baz's comedic timing was. He absolutely learned that from his daddy. And he is putting the lessons to good use.