Last night Kid pounced on me while I was trying to lie down on the couch and gossip with Mr F. (To know the Furious clan is to know that we love us some gossip... and... that our children like to maintain a 5 inch radius around my body AT ALL TIMES).
Kid is getting big, and while I may appear normal sized on the internets, the truth is I'm the size of a large child... and... Kid is the size of a large child (which is rapidly becoming both disturbing and dangerous). So when she pounces I fear a bit for my life. And usually start laughing hysterically out of nervousness but, of course, my laughter only encourages her...
"What are you doing?!" I managed to gasp out while trying to position my arms up in a more defensive manner.
"I'm loving you in a new different way." Kid says ominously, looming about an inch from my face.
"Okay... but... it can't involve licking." I reply nervously.
"It's not." Kid confirms.