Sweet to Eat
"Eli, you are sweet."
"I know. I'm sweet to eat. You should eat me up, Dad."
I make a munchy tickly face as I walk over to where Eli is painting a wooden toy truck for his brother, a truck destined to be opened and soon forgotten because it is not one of Eli's toys, and hence holds no interest for Isaac.
"But don't really bite me."
I bury my face in Eli's neck and poke his pudgy belly. There is squealing and giggling. And he tastes better than anything I'll get in my stocking.
Posted by Woodlief on December 26, 2005 at 09:00 AM
