Baxter had been icing cookies before we left to the tree farm and there were ideas brewing inside me as I picked him up, and gently tossed him onto the kitchen counter. He giggled the whole way, his belly twitching with laughter as I shoved his sweater up so I could lean down and nuzzle the softness there with my beard. That only made him laugh harder and I couldn’t hide my own grin as I shoved his sweater the rest of the way up and off, and tossed it to the side.
