Dear Spike:
You were sleeping between your mother and I. And we were sharing a plate of french fries.
We were almost finished when you suddenly bolted upright and stared down at the nearly empty plate.
"Some?" you asked, reaching for a fry.
You popped the fry in your mouth and began to chew, but your eyes rolled back in your head and you fell backward. When you hit the pillow, you bolted up again, eyes open once more, and reached for another fry.
You were able to down three or four more before your eyelids finally won the battle and you fell back asleep — with a content little smile on your ketchup-stained face.
Love,
dad
1 comment:
It was very polite of her to ask instead of just stealing them off your plate.
:)
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