Daddy loved to chew my bubble-gum. Yes, you heard me right...my bubble-gum, not his own. When I was little, he would hold me down and "chew" my cheeks (aka bubble-gum) until I was shrieking with laughter and begging him to stop. I remember that his beard would always tickle me while he was slobbering all over me.
I also remember when I was older how I told him I didn't like it when he did it. Secretly, I loved the attention from him...though I must admit, I didn't like the slobber factor.
I would cringe when I would catch Daddy chewin' all over Grace - but, she LOVED it. Just as I did when I was her age.
When Grace was born, I swore to myself that I would never slobber on her bubble-gum as Daddy did mine (and Shanna's, I'm sure). But, in the past few months, I have found myself telling her that I'm going to chew her bubble-gum as I hold her down, nibbling her cheeks and tickling her until she shrieks with laughter.
One day, when she tells me to quit slobbering all over her, I will tell her of her wonderful Poppy - and how he would slobber all over me - and let her know that she has him to thank for the attention.
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