Sometimes, my dad is awesome.
I was making cheesecake for Thanksgiving and asked him whether he wanted to lick the bowl.
Dad: No, I don’t…[he sticks his pinky in the bowl and licks it tentatively.] Mmm, this is good. Give me a spoon.
So I let my dad slurp clean the remains of a bowl of cheesecake batter all by himself. Either I’m a very good daughter or a very, very bad one.
Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a good night.
It is the little things, today my daughter made the frosting for her birthday cake. She’s 23, I’m not that cold hearted! I got to lick one spoon, smiling thought to my self. she is so sweet. Moments later I walked into the kitchen just in time to find the dog finishing off the entire bowl. What the fuck! How the hell does that work! I get a teaspoon and the dog gets to lick the whole bowl. I sense a message is being sent, But I have yet to decode it.
Talk to you later.
No, you misunderstand. It means your daughter loves you and doesn’t want you to die of a frosting-induced heart attack before your time. It’s love, really.
Thank you for the validation! However I’d prefer the bowl, and take my chances with the coronary.