The Look

I made a nice, big meal last night: lamb, potatoes, grilled onion & asparagus, berry pie. Zane sat down to his plate of pre-cut food all laid out just so and reached over to the main plate full of asparagus and started chowing down. Mind you he had some on his plate already, but instead he wolfed down the whole stalks. What can you say, “stop eating your vegetables?”

The other night we were reading a book or something and I made a puckering sound. Zane turned to me, cocked his head sideways, and with an intent look he slowly raised a finger towards my puckered lips…

“Fish lips.”

p.s. check out this The Look post from 2008