The chapstick bandit strikes again. This more then likely explains why I always get sick when I'm around them. =^) He refers to the pepperminty goodness as "your lips." "Where are your lips?" "Can I have your lips?" It's silly, entirely too adoreable, and yes, I need to just get an extra one for him and keep it with me, the one I left him didn't last him long.
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