We are taking puppy steps. "We" slept all night. Pushed food around a plate for breakfast and "We" ate cucumbers. Now, pleased help me understand this insanity. Daddy told the momma he would get her whatever she wanted for lunch. Whatever...as in anything! I am thinking chateaubriand, whohooo! I am thinking prime rib, I am thinking a Kobe beef carpaccio...pardon moi I need a napkin, my mouth is leaking for some reason...So what do you think momma asks for? Out of anything in the universe, she asks for...cucumber...really. Cucumber! What manner of insanity is this? I even accidentally on purpose changed the TV channel from blah blah news to the food channel. You know...subliminal inspiration... But perhaps, all that wiener pictorial brouhaha had already had already confused her mind, cucumber... It's a wonder the did not ask for cornichons. I would have gladly help her eat a decent lunch, but I draw the line on cukes.
Let's hope her dinner choices are better.
Now I have to corner her into a nap. Like I said...puppy steps...