Late last night Mom came back to bed after visiting the bathroom and when she went to give me a pat I gave her a little lick. She tasted so yummy from the soap that I kept right on licking.
Even when she said I was taking off a layer or two of skin - I continued. Each time she tried to pull her hand away I followed like she was chicken-flavored Lickety Stick.
When Greyson tried to horn in on the bath time I'd have none of it - not even when he offered to clean my ears. No I was busy - I had a job to do - and nothing and no one was going to stop me.
Quillbert the Cleaner