Z isn't home today so R has been following me around everywhere. I can't go into the kitchen without R "needing to throw out a kleenex."
I was making toast, but didn't want to get into a conversation so I immediately left. He followed me out without throwing away the kleenex.
I'm gonna go get my toast now... let's see what happens.
Yep, more kleenex. Also, extreme BO. I hope that's not something else he's decided is really cool.
