Emme
For Easter my Dad got Arin a huge bag of Skittles (along with an unreasonable amount of other goodies), and he had been happily chomping on them asking for his “king-ghee” every day. Until the day he figured out he could do this instead:
Just to avoid confusion, those are gooey, icky, drippy Skittles that have been crushed once or twice by the powerful jaws of a Bobosaur and then artfully arranged for his mommy to discover after they had hardened onto the table. Here is a very pleased-with-himself Bobosaur. (Taste the Rainbow!)
