The Little Man

I uttered a phrase this morning that I never thought would leave my lips. I told Troy, “We don’t put the little man in our mouth.” We have a small statue of a garçon that stands in our formal dining room holding a bottle of wine. Troy saw him today, so I let him play with the little man. After a minute, Troy tried to suck on the little man’s hand, which is what prompted my unusual phrase. He also seemed to think the man’s nose was hilarious, touching it and laughing over and over again.