“I'm going to have to punish you if you eat that.” “Oh really?” “Yes.” “Hmm.” For a moment he looks like he's considering his options, then slowly and deliberately, looking into my eyes, he takes a spoon and scoops a heaped load of chili, dripping with cheese sauce, into his mouth, drawing it out between his lips slowly like an overly sexual yogurt commercial. “Oops.” I pull my lips down. “You're going to pay for that when we get back.” He winks at me. “Ok, Daddy.”
