"That bag of saltwater taffy you've got there sure smells good! It doesn't stop my super-sensitive doggy nose from smelling the rest of you, but I'll take a piece if you wash your hands first and unwrap it for me."
"Please?"
"Hurry up, fat-ass, I can't hold this pose forever."
"I'm dancing as fast as I can..."
"Figures. Cinnamon. You feed me the sucky taffy that you don't like. Well, I've eaten cat turds outside, I guess I can't complain too much about cinnamon taffy."
"Glorg! Sticky!"
"Spit it out and start over again. I've heard Daddy say the same thing from his bedroom sometimes, seems like good advice."
"More?"
Next week (maybe): I force her to lick a lollipop for twenty minutes.
















