.::still blinking::.

This afternoon, I started telling the boy about things that I like.

I like Dad.

He would reply to everything I said.

Yeah.

I like flowers. Yeah.

I like Elmo. Yeah.

I like Ainsley and Reagan. Yeah.

I like cheese. NO!

I like Thomas the Train. Yeah.

I like tacos. Yeah. (I knew that was a lie.)

We went to Cafe Rio for lunch and I continued the conversation.

I like flip flops. Yeah.

I like kisses. Yeah.

And then he started licking me instead of replying.

I like Diet Coke. Lick.

I like bugs. Lick.

I like digging. Lick.

I like holding you. Lick.

I like Gentry.