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| After the little one (that now eat like a monster so imagine how painful it can be to have such a hungry toddler sucking mercilessly your nipple like that) finished eating, I just decide to bring him downstairs so he'd stay with us during dinner since anyway (I know him by now) he wouldn't have slept...
That's when you come back from your nicotine break. As I somehow heard you were asking me about food before I left, I just decide to answer your question.
"Since last time, you seemed to love my shrimps, I ordered some for you and of course your regular nems and sauted noodles" I say and give you a kiss.
At least, I know that even if you try to steal some of my food, you won't go back too much to it. Indeed, you like spicy stuff, but you have your limits, and what I ordered might be over your limits. It's an habbit I kept from the pregnancy. Before it, I already loved spicy stuff, but now I can go really really spicy.
Edited by Hinahon - 12/9/2012, 00:04
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