For a 19-month-old, the world is full of new experiences. Until now, the little guy hadn’t quite figured out how to point his little tongue out of his mouth to really lick something. He’d had plenty of practice, given the amount of baking I do. He already know if the mixer is on, or if I have a bowl in which I’m stirring something to tug on my pant leg saying, “Peese, peese” until he gets a lick. And eventually, the spatula.
But thanks to a free cone at Chick-fil-a on our road trip, the little dude became one expert licker.
He’s all yours, Grandpa.