Re: Dean, Jackjack, and open
The little eight month old, gave her a toothless grin, waving his chubby little hands at the 'new' person so close at hand. All charm. Dean couldn't help but grin himself. Proud that, no doubt, he'd got that from him.
"Asking if I like pie is like asking if I breathe." He chuckled. Leaning forward he took two. One for himself, and one he could feed to Jack. "Just don't tell my fiancee, that I'm letting him have some."