“I can’t get over how cute you’re looking in that onesie,” I tell E.J. after the third time he has made some Charmander sounds while sporting his orange onesie.
“Aren’t you supposed to be straight?” he asks with a giggle as he falls down on the bed next to me. My mom always used to say when I was little that the weather went into me when it was raining and that I got hyperactive. I guess the same applies for E.J.
“Yeah… But you’re like a puppy and show me the straight or gay guy who is immune to the charm of a puppy,” I answer trying my best not to think about the fact that I would probably pick him above any puppy I could get right now.
“You saying I’m a puppy?” E.J. says and he gives a small little bark or two demonstrating that he can really be a puppy.