Bonus post for the day: Roger and Moose

Subtle.  My boy is always subtle. 

I finished off my dinner pretty quickly, so Moose immediately moved over to the couch to try to mooch off his daddy.  He was sitting there with his pleading eyes focused firmly on his dad's fork until:  

I just asked Roger if I could have a bite of his gnocchi.  He had just forked up a bite, so he just handed me the fork so that I could have a taste.  As I was handing the fork back to him, Moose gave me a *look* - somewhere between disbelief, anger, and sheer betrayal... 

It's a good thing that Roger already set him a little bit aside on the plate, or I don't think I could sleep easily tonight.  As it is, I may need to make sure that my shoes are moved above the high tide mark.