This morning Fuss found a little bowl of M&Ms left out on the end table, spoor of the Wife's nocturnal snacking. He was, of course, ecstatic.
"Dada! Found LOTS of 'em! LOOK!"
"Oh yeah, that's lots alright."
"OOooooh!"
He fiddled with them for a while, then fished one out and brought it over to me, pinching it daintily between his chubby thumb and forefinger.
"Dada, found you a blue one."
"Oh, thank you."
The he ran down the hall to the bedroom, candy clinking against the pyrex.
"Mama, found LOTS of 'em!"
"UUUuuhhh...wha?"
"Found lots of 'em!"
"Oh.....yah."
He strolled back into the living room, paused, then spun on his heel and sped back to the bedroom.
"Mama...gonna EAT them!" he announced joyfully.
"Okay then!"
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