Oh, the torture
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Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 00:40 on 14 April 2005
Kris, sick, was sitting on the couch this morning. As I was leaving for work, I kissed him, rubbed his head, and nibbled on his nose in a way he hates.
Me: "Oh, how I torture you."
Kris: "Yeah, pretty soon I'll have two cones around my head."
Me: "Ooooooo! Or maybe a yogurt cup?"
Kris: "Yeah. That, too."