Blog Posted by kitt at 00:40 on 14 April 2005
Kris, sick, was sitting on the couch this morning. As I was leaving for work, I kissed him, rubbed his head, and nibbled on his nose in a way he hates. Me: "Oh, how I torture you." Kris: "Yeah, pretty soon I'll have two cones around my head." Me: "Ooooooo! Or maybe a yogurt cup?" Kris: "Yeah. That, too."