Yogi and I were sitting on the couch this morning watching Mythbusters. I glanced up at him and he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and got that I-wasn't-doing-anything-I-shoudn't-be-doing look on his face.
"Yogi!" I said. "Are you playing with your spit?" (Playing with spit bubbles is a gross thing he's been doing for a couple months now, and he knows I think it's disgusting.)
He broke out in a smile, and I said with a laugh, "You're so weird and gross!"
He cracked another tiny smile and then said, "I'm a kid."
A pause, and then he concluded, still smiling, "I think I'll grow out of it."
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