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Moments in Exasperated Cuteness
A., after dinner, places his mug of eggnog upside down in the top rack of the dishwasher as we're loading it. Eowyn rushes over and begins licking up the small puddle of eggnog which has dripped down from the mug. Yet she fails to realize that the mug is still dripping and winds up with eggnog droplets all over her forehead. She spends the next hour putting both paws on her head, trying to rub off the sticky goodness.
Mac, sitting on my lap during dinner, grabs for the fork, and tosses it to the floor. "No fork-throwing, Mac" I say sternly. A. gets me another fork. Thirty seconds later, he makes a grab for the eggnog mug with one hand and then, while I'm distracted by moving that way, grabs the fork with his left hand and tosses it to the floor. Then he tries to eat the tablecloth.