I was stealthly hiding hubby's graduation present when I heard a familiar bowl clanking around on the floor upstairs. I tear up the stairs to intercede, but alas, I was too late.
My beloved baby had wet cat food for lunch.
It was in her mouth, she had a foot in the bowl, and had a fistful of the smelly squishy stuff that I had to pry out.
She appeared to really enjoy it.
This is not the first child to attempt this.
It still grosses me out.
Want to know the sad part? I actually paused for a moment, wondering if I should take a picture of her with cat food in hand and smeared on her mouth, just for my blogging friends.
Oh, knock it off. Obviously, there is no picture with this post, so I didn't do it. I got the cat food off of her hand and dug it out of her mouth as quick as possible.
After only a small pause for the value of grossing you all out as well.
9 hours ago
3 comments:
hahahha....I was just telling Josh about 1 minute ago that it is about time to put the dog food outside. Leigh keeps getting into it...today she spread it ALL OVER the house :(
So far she hasn't eaten it....
LOL
I totally would have taken a picture.
What does that say about me?
Hey, it was already in her mouth. Snap the pic.
My Dad used to make pet food for Carnation/Nestle, and he would get a few letters a year from nice old ladies who wanted to share their Mighty Dog/Friskies casserole recipes. They were always so proud that their husbands had no idea the lengths their wives went to for frugality.
If it makes you feel any better, my Dad said the by-products they bought were nothing your average frenchman wouldn't order for dinner. Covered in white sauce, of course.
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