Here you go, Puddin’, just spit it right in my hand.

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.

 

Can you get love from the “Celly?”

This post is coming from my cell phone. It’s the first test of what I hope will be many more. If it works, how cool is that?!