Monday, February 14, 2005

Biscuits

Never leave a small boy alone with biscuits. Ever. You would think that I knew that, but it slipped my mind.

The Boy was in the mood for biscuits. Not dancin'. Or romancin', even though it is Valentine's Day and he sent a card to his girlfriend.

So into the biscuit tin he went. Except he didn't fancy the whole biscuit. No, he wanted the cream in the middle. It is the best bit, after all.

The Boy selected his biscuit, broke it open, licked the cream off, and put the "clean" biscuits back in the tin.

Five times. Ten licked biscuits.

He confessed later that day, when it was noted that there were a lot of broken biscuit pieces in the tin.

The dog enjoyed his afternoon tea.