Charlie crinkled his nose at the omelette, yet he began eating it right way. The smell was a bit odd.  Odd enough to stop him from putting his bag out in the car first.  He dropped by the door as he settled down in front of the food his mom made. Typical of how he ate all his meals, food or milk, he devoured everything in sight and asked questions afterwards. "it smelled funny, but it was good as usual, mom. thanks." he snuggled up behind her wrapping his arms a round her and flipping his tail back and forth happily. his hands slid up to her breasts and he squeezed then individually, worshiping the softness. He could never get enough of how they felt in his hands and on his face and pressed against his back and pressed against his chest and in his mouth... "Mommy?" he whispered in a playful sing song voice, trying, exaggeratedly so, to sound cute.  "Can I have milk on the way to school?"