Years ago, Wayne loved dills and would snack on them as he waited for his meal.
How things change – – –
Yesterday I offered him a bite of my dill (from a deli sandwich). He crunched off a piece and squirmed, wiggled and made all kinds of noises. I told him to spit it out – should have said to eat it as often his brain works in reverse.
Anyway, he chewed it like crazy, finally swallowed it and said, “Oh, man!”
I won’t do that again.