I Like to Lick

Emme loves to lick our hands. When we come back from G and G at Angies, Emme will sit on my lap and lick my hands as we drive home. When we eat, I use a knife and fork, so I know that I don't have spaghetti and salad on my fingers. I don't know what she is licking. I must smell like an Italian restaurant and she is licking at the smell.

Often in the morning after we are finished with our breakfast, Ken picks up Emme and holds her as he sits in his chair at the dining room table. Invariably, she will lick his fingers, hands and wrists for minutes at a time. Who knows what she is licking off but it seems to be important to her.