Oh hey, Mom.
It's me, Brynn.
Today, Dames wanted to introduce me to one of his loves: tiny powdered doughnuts. We had a full conversation during the taste test--you guessed it, without saying a word. Here's how it went down.
Dames: Mmmgrubbledumph.
Me: Does Neenee not feed you on the weekends?
Dames: Brafflesnarg.
Me: Seriously. Can you even breathe right now?
Dames: Ifftritebear.
Me: How many bones would I break if I just jumped from here?
Dames: Mmmmmmmdontyoowuvit? [second one in his mouth]
Me: Fine! I'll lick this bizarre little round thing. But I'm NOT going to like it!
Dames: Mmmgribblegorf. [Translation: Thank you baby Jesus for baby doughnuts.]
Me: Told you! [Then, to self] Done with that guy.
But look. Don't you worry about me and Dames, Mom.
I fell in love with him all over again when we went shopping and tried on hats. Just look at that little, chubby Jason Mraz. I guess I'll put up with his disgusting tiny doughnut habit. <3
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