Boo-Boo caught sight of the jar of baby pickles in the fridge while I was getting dinner together tonight. He asked excitedly for one, of course.
I began the usual bartering, "You can have a pickle when you eat those pieces of chicken on your plate ..."
... at which point Boo-Boo stuffed the pieces into his mouth -- almost gagging himself and making his face turn red -- and dove for the open jar of pickles on the table.
Even little brother likes them.
Hilarity! Further proof of their inheritance from my side of the family: excessive love of food, even to the death!
2 comments:
AMA, that is hiLARious! Well, from his POV, why not? Who says you have to eat them in a civilized manner? The faster they disappear, the faster I get a pickle, right? -- ok, then, let's go!
And the 'baptism' - V cute, too.
Boys after my own heart...
xoxo,
+ luci
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