Looking at food and life through Brooklyn-tinted glasses.
If I can catch him holding still for long enough.
This is precious. And I'm jealous that you already have good communication with Sammy? I have no idea what Taz is thinking. In addition, she ate the end of Ben's razor, ate my bluetooth, chewed off the corner of a book belonging to a friend, and can't be trusted not to pee on the rug.