"Attention, everyone! Mom has gotten tired of washing my sticky fingers every time I eat. We've been working on spearing and eating peaches with a toothpick for a few months now, and I would like to demonstrate my mad skills. Observe."
"Note my grasp of the toothpick: delicate but strong. As you all see, I simply lower the toothpick into the bowl, and . . ."
"Ok, seriously, I lower the toothpick . . . and, barring any slippage . . . I . . . lower the . . ."
"This would probably be a good time to mention the delicate nature of this endeavor. It take a cool head and a keen eye. And a firm knowlege of non-toothpick possibilities."
"Ok, Plan B. Mom won't mind washing my fingers for the three millionth time."
"But while there's a camera here . . . I call this look 'Blue Steel.'"
3 comments:
Nice! He is so big! And how can you really teach Gil's son to be delicate and Dainty?
Totally Blue Steel. Totally.
Man, I miss that boy! There is something about a big brown eyed boy and some puckered lips that gets me everytime
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