SILVER: (While licking
me face) Hi pop
ME: Hey, look at
all the kisses you’re giving me! What’s up?
SILVER: Nothing. Once
in a while I just need to show my pop how much I love him.
ME: Aw, what a
good boy you are.
SILVER: Yeah, you’re
the best!
ME: And here’s
me thinking you were mad at me.
SILVER: Why? Because
you wouldn’t let me lick your plate after dinner? No.
ME: Good.
SILVER: I mean it would
have been nice to let me lick it rather than just put it in the dishwasher like
that.
ME: Glad to
hear, buddy. Because you looked mad.
SILVER: Not at all. By
the way pop, remember the walk we took earlier?
ME: Of course.
It was only an hour ago.
SILVER: Remember how I
went into the tall grass and came out with that … thing?
ME: Yeah. Oh
God, that was gross. Good thing I found that stick so I could pry it out of
your mouth. There’s no way I was going to put my hands on that thing.
SILVER: Yeah… pry it
out of my what now?
ME: Out of your
mou …. OH MY GOD!!!! STOP LICKING MY FACE!!! OH GROSS!!!
SILVER: Next time, let …
me… lick … the… PLATE!
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