Last night Harmony looked over at me, from the bed, while I was brushing my teeth. She had those slightly, I’m-your-pretty-princess-and-want-to-be-catered, look. “Baby…”
“Yes dear?”
“Will you take my gum for me?” she asked. Her eys put a cherry ontop.
“…the things I do for you.”
And I did what any strong and dignified man would do and had her spit it into my hand, while I was still brushing, and walked it back to the trash. Good boy.