McHotty is awesome with Cakes, but he is a little more easygoing than I am.
Case in point—he and Cakes returned from the grocery store today and we had the following conversation:
“How’d you make out, was she good?” I ask.
“Yeah, she was great!” McHotty answers.
“How the hell do you get her to sit still the whole time!” I respond, enviously.
“She doesn’t. She stands in the cart.”
“And she eats the grapes the whole time,” McHotty adds (not noticing my ire).
“Whole grapes? Unwashed?” I ask, incredulously.
“Um. Yeah,” says McHotty, sheepishly.