He pouts. When the chips we (the non-diabetics) are munching on disappear as he approaches.
He pouts. When I serve a vegetarian meal (two veggies in the family).
He pouts. When one of the kids has my full attention for more than a few minutes.
He pouts. When my husband or I question the timing of his cocktail (a little early?!)
Another lesson about Life w/ GpaK is that pouting doesn't go out of season. It's like riding a bike but better, because you don't have to lift a finger!
Sometimes the pouting interferes with GpaK's favorite thing: enjoying food. The aforementioned questioning of the cocktail could actually result in pouting through the dinner hour, whereby the pouting trumps the request for seconds! Sucka!
Pouting also has a tendency to make those around him talk and laugh a little louder in order to dispel some of the awkwardness of the moment(s). GpaK's pouting used to make me uncomfortable; now I just feel sorry for him.
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