Morgan is addicted to cheese, not the good cheese, the American singles in the plastic wrapper cheese. He’ll stand at the fridge crying “Chee, chee” until you get him a slice which he will then take the double fisted method of eating as fast as he can.
On a recent trip to the grocery store while contemplating the milk selection, Morgan stands up in the cart and starts doing the “chee” dance as if he’s performing a sacred ritual in celebration of the vast cheese selection.
Matt: “Yes, that’s cheese.”
Morgan, “Chee, Chee, Chee,” complete with head bobbing.
Guess what we brought home?
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