My wife was attempting to feed Troy some orange slices today. More she was attempting to let him suck on the juice and chew on the pulp. He didn't really want them, so he picked up the orange and handed it back to her. Instead of taking it, my wife leaned over and let Troy put it in her mouth. He instantly loved this game, smiling at the faces and noises she was making while eating the orange. So, she put another slice on the tray in front of him, thinking that he'd try it himself. Instead, he once again picked it up and fed it to her. Every time he'd miss her mouth, and it would fall out, he would dissolve into a fit of laughter as he picked it back up and tried again. Over and over again until the entire orange was gone.
Not wanting me to feel left out, he frantically searched for something to feed me. He found a half-masticated, mushy piece of cereal stuck to his pant leg, peeled it off, and held it out to me. I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't bring myself to let him stick that thing in my mouth. I have come a long way in overcoming my germaphobia, but that was a bit too far. It didn't seem to bother him much. He simply turned and handed it to my wife.
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