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.”


More blinking.

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