Suck my finger

There are periods where I don’t get to see my nieces as often as I want. Because of that, the youngest one can forget who I am (the older one had the same problem when she was a baby, too) and doesn’t want to go near me.

Due to the fact that both of my nieces aren’t picky eaters and are always hungry, I take that to my advantage and use food as a bribing tool for them to like me.

It’s easy to give the older one something to eat between meals because I’m not the one who has to deal with her lack of appetite when lunch or dinner come along – that’s her parents’ problem.

When the younger one is bordering on a cranky mood, I find something sweet and place it on my (always clean) finger. When I bring my finger near her mouth, she opens it, sticks her tongue out and starts lashing at the digit like Gene Simmons. She then grabs it, sticks it in her mouth and starts gnawing at it. Lucky for me, she doesn’t have any teeth... yet.

From here on out, I am going to carry a container of frosting with me whereever I go. Not only for my niece, but in case there’s anyone else who wants to suck my finger.

Note: Happy birthday, C. Your cake is coming soon.