Innocence Personified
"Donald."
The tone of Timmy voice was enough to tell me that I was in trouble. Then again I knew I would be so it came as no surprise.
"Yes?" I asked, innocence dripping from my voice like the peanut butter would have dripped from my finger if it wasn't too damn thick to do so.
"How many times I have asked you not to do that?"
"Do what?" My words might have been a little mumbled since I was sucking the last of the evidence off of them.
"Stick your fingers in the jar like that. It's disgusting and we're not heathens you know."
"Sorry." I let my smile drop and show just the right amount of remorse as I put the lid back on. "I was just really hungry and I didn't want to bother you about dinner."
Timmy sighed and pulled me in for a kiss, taking the jar and putting it on the counter at the same time. "It will be ready in a few minutes. Go shower and next time use a spoon or make a sandwich."
"Okay, I will." I returned the kiss then headed out of the kitchen knowing that next time I would do the exact same thing, but not willing to stomp on the little hope that remained in Timmy's soul of ever completely civilizing me.