[Look man, he can't help it. It all tastes like grass to him, and don't ask how he knows what grass tastes like. He was a very adventurous three year old, much to his nanny's chagrin.

...Also he'd be lying if his heart didn't melt a little more at that little nuzzle. Oh, no.]

Hm, I left my car a block away... They should be able to fit in the backseat if we can get them downstairs without disturbing them too much.

[Not to mention: cleaning. Ugh.]