I brought home a hot chocolate (with frothy cream and marshmallows, thank you very much!) from town today… and Garrett went absolutely batshit about it. Candy in liquid form. It was completely hilarious to see him noisily slurp it down while moaning in pleasure, with the occasion exclaimed “Candy! Candyyyyyyy!”
It was less fun afterwards when he was bug-eyed and bounding from one to another room on an insane sugar high. I mean, the little shit bites when restrained.