Me: Look at your little feet! One has and sock and one doesn't. What shall we do with the toes that have no sock:
Elizabeth: *smile*
Me: Eat them? Okay. Nom nom nom! And what about the toes that do have a sock on them?
Elizabeth: *smile*
Me: Eat them, too? Okay! Nom nom nom! And how about those little baby fingers?
Elizabeth: *smile*
Me: EAT THEM? ALRIGHT! NOM NOM NOM! Your cheeks. What are we going to do with your cheeks?
Elizabeth: *smile*
Me: Alright, I will eat them too. But only because you insist.
Elizabeth: *smile*
Me: You're looking at me with great interest. I wonder what you are thinking. Are you thinking that you would like to eat ME?
Elizabeth: *giggle*
Me: Okay, but I have to warn you. Mommies are not as tasty as babies. First of all, there's a texture issue. I'm pretty soft, but not nearly as soft as you. And sure I'm chubby like you, but it's a different kind of chubby. It's a too-many-french-fries kind of chubby instead of a I'm-a-happy-baby chubby. They taste quite different, you know? What's that? You don't care? You want a taste anyway?
Elizabeth: *divebombs onto my face with her mouth wide open*
Me: *wiping away the slobber* Well, I'm glad you enjoy trying new foods.
Elizabeth: *smile*
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