Can food be cute?
It can when it comes wrapped up in a package like this:
CK and I were all over this little tiny container. We said "AAAAWWWWWW" in perfect harmony.
Not really on the same page, but surely in the same book...
I boiled a chicken that we ordered from a nearby organic farm. (not the point) I cooked up the innards for the dogs. I didn't want them to eat everything all at once (never a fun mess to clean up), so there were a few leftovers in the pot. I stuck it in the fridge for later.
The next day, the kids saw it.
Yep... the ate it. The entrails. They ate chicken "stuff".
I let them.
I knew they wouldn't get past the liver.
Nope.
CK tasted it and described it in the most awful way - one of his adjectives was "poop".
Even Tay spit it out.
I died laughing.
Totally worth the entertainment.
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