Pizza for Ty

Yesterday, my Battle Buddy S came over and had lunch and we worked on some crafts. It was a pizza and wings kinda day, so who am I to argue? Now, Ty has gotten just ever so slightly spoiled since Daddy is not home to tell Momma not to share. He gets the crust from my sandwich, the wheat thins I don't eat, licking the plate after dinner is over, a piece of candy. You get the idea. He's spoiled.

Well yesterday as S and I sat down to eat, I happened to look over to see Ty laying on the couch just like this:

Ok, so maybe not exactly like that, but you get the idea. The couch is turned to face the kitchen now, so he had a direct line of sight to the table. He watched us eat the entire time, not moving. Totally not begging though.

I do not eat pizza crust, so of course Ty gets it. I gave him a piece and he took it into the living room to lick the sauce off (on my rug!) and then eat the bread part. I continued cleaning up, and Sharon gave him a piece of crust. At this time I went to throw wing bones away, and he just stopped. He was staring, and waiting. Waiting to see if I was going to offer him something better. Yes, he waited until the lid was put back onto the trash can, and he even looked a little disappointed.

I love his face when he realizes there is nothing left. It's kind of like this:

But I love him anyway.