A sweet offer

The whole family, plus some relatives from out of town, took in a baseball game last night. The hot dogs and cotton candy went quickly. But the Littlest Musketeer was determined to make sure Grandma got her fair share. Sticky from his own attempts at the cotton candy, he looks at her and says

"Grandma, wanna lick my fingers?"

I'm not sure at what age expressions of love are supposed to change from homemade cards, wilted flowers from the yard and slightly chewed candy to "more practical stuff," but I'm in no hurry to get there. I don't think Grandma is either...