I think she remembers how many I ate when she was in my tummy

Just now at brunch I gave Leta my pickle spear to nibble on so that I could shove a entire burger into my mouth before having to transition into Operation: Protect Other Patrons from Flying Foodstuffs. Much to our amazment she ate the entire pickle spear. The whole thing. All of it. And then she started moose-grunting for more.

On the ride home Jon remarked, “I can’t believe how fast she pounded that pickle.”

Blink.

More blinking.

“That didn’t sound right, did it?” he asked.

“Nope.”

Remnants of chocolate pop tart →← More blooms