Yesterday, my aunt Glrr decided to stop by on her way home from work to see Allison. Which really isn't "on the way" at all. It's completely out of the way. Like making a stop in Seattle on your way from New York to Philadelphia.
But it's good to know that I'm not the only adult who is helpless to resist the promise of baby coos, chubby cheeks and corn niblet toes.
Since they hadn't seen each other since December, I was eager to show off all of Allison's new tricks. Like how well she holds her head up, grasps things and crams them expertly into her mouth.
Not to mention the crazy sounds she makes when we're hanging out on the floor and I chomp on her sides.
Glrr, who seemed genuinely impressed, asked Allison, "Aw, do you love your mommy?"
My head was still positioned right over her to go in for another bite and then, as if right on cue, Alli got very quiet.
And farted right in my face.