Oh, maybe it's candy. Lick it. I don't want to lick it. You lick it. I'm not gonna lick it. I just brushed my teeth.

Now we just have to bake it in the oven. Mummy, can I lick the spoon? Yes, you can lick the spoon and George can lick the bowl. Yippee.

Now we just have to bake it in the oven. Mummy, can I lick the spoon? Yes, you can lick the spoon and George can lick the bowl. Yippee.

It's the Italian hand-licker, isn't it? No. It's the one he's licking.

You know, I may have to bring in somebody once a week to lick the silverware.

And the other half licking my face. That's why I'm brushing her teeth.

Okay, stop what you're doing, I need envelope stuffers, I need stamp lickers.

When the toupee licked my hand I screamed and hopped down the street on my remaining flip-flop.

Tigers like to lick themselves clean. But, best of all, when tigers are happy, they purr.

Never mind. I'm making cookies. Would you like to lip a spoon? No. Thank you. Mommy.

Someone needs to lick out the bowl. George likes helping Mummy make cookies. But he likes playing with Peppa more.