potatoes and molasses

well my mommy didn’t let me look up if sloths have three claws or four at dinner.. so i was gonna do it when i was getting ready for bed but i forgot!!!

so i just woke up and remembered to do it!

shh!! wirt doesn’t know i’m on here!

     Nice to meet you, then, Greg!  I’m Luke.  As you probably already saw, but … Hey, just a quick question.  Do you like puzzles?

hi luke! i LOVE puzzles!!! i’m really good at them too! i can put them together real fast sometimes!

     – !  Looks like I’m getting pretty popular, suddenly! It’s almost 8 o’clock, so I don’t know how long my dad’s gonna let me stay on tonight, but I’ll see if he’ll let me stay a little longer since it’s Saturday, right?

my names gregory but you can call me greg!

my dad and brother always make me go to bed kinda earlier than i want, so i leave my computer under my pillow and go on when they think i’m asleep!! you should try that!!

                         ❝      – I don’t get what all the fuss is.                           Money is just paper with old people on it.❞

     He only gets about two bites in before Greg’s slurping distracts him, and he crinkles his nose as he lowers his sandwich to rest his arm against the table and the side of his hand against the rim of his bowl — his eyes narrow just slightly on the younger boy sitting across from him.  This was kind of the worst suggestion he’s made in the past month.  That sound is excrutiating.

          “ Right. Okay, but.  Greg, cats don’t, uh.  You know, have lips or anything, so they kinda can’t slurp their … water or milk or whatever … like that.  If you wanna drink it like a cat, you gotta like … lick it out of the bowl. ”

          … And of course, he only realizes his mistake after saying it.  Again.  What else is new.

“Mm!” Greg smiled, giving a nod to Wirt, speaking with his mouth full. “This is really good! You make some deeelicious grilled cheese.” He laughed, finishing what he was chewing quickly, too eager to actually try out what his brother had mentioned earlier.

The boy put his sandwich down and gripped the end of the table, pushing himself up in his seat so he could sit on his knees, getting himself at a good height over the bowl. Still gripping the edges, he leaned over, bending so his face was right over the rim of the soup, before sticking his tongue out and licking at the liquid, not really getting much into his mouth, but it was fun.

“Now I’m really a cat, meow!” Greg exclaimed, smiling at Wirt before going back to licking at the soup, not really aware of how low his head actually was. Since he had previously gulped most of it down, he had to stick his face into the bowl more. Unfortunately, as a result, when he went to sit back down and take a break, his chin caught the edge of the bowl and consequently spilt the remainder of the soup onto his shirt.