Open Up

Tuesday afternoon. Kitchen. Thundering feet run in from the family room.

C: Mom! Mom! Come here!
D: What? (turning to face him)
C: Bend over and open up your mouth! (urgent sounding)
D: What? Why?
C: Just do it! Bend over to me and open up your mouth.

Anticipating some grossness will be inserted into my mouth for some deranged 6 year old boy taste test---I resist.

D: I most certainly will not. Why?
C: Because I need to talk to the baby and it can hear me better that way.

Ahhhh.