Justin moved his hand across Brian's three day old beard and said, "The way your scruff is growing, soon enough we'll have to get you a red cap and a pillow for your belly, and then you can play Santa at Gus' school play."
"So this is my last Twinkie, ever" Emmett sighed, carefully biting into the tiny golden piece of dough oozing heaps of gooey cream filling as Brian stood aside gallantly trying not to laugh out loud.