May I?

I have gotten the opportunity to spend a little time with C's daughter the last few weeks.  She is a doll.  Here are things that have caused me to melt into a puddle on the floor:

• May I have some of your pickle?  Followed by her taking the tiniest bite out of the seed area.  
• What does it taste like? Me: Popsicles E: May I taste it?  Followed by her licking the top of the lid and then tasting and asking, May I have all of this?
• Hil-we, you want to color with me?
• Her acting shy then slowly coming closer to me on the couch and finally saying, Um, if it's alright may I sit in your lap?
• Seeing she and C interact.  They make me happy.

xxoo,

Frootie!