Basty Paste

After horseplay with Taylor devolved into torture-of-a-thousand-kisses, I said, "Taylor, can you say 'I'm basty?'" Taylor promptly parroted, "I'm pasty!" Well, that too...

I love how children seem to go through phases just as adults do. For example, after a few particularly brutal days of insanity-inducing delinquency, one's children can metamorphose into tolerable beings, sometimes even 'angelic' beings, for a few days before reverting to prior antagonism. It's a gift from God.