"MY FOOD FROM NANA'S IS REAWY HURTING MY YEG! I WANT IT OUT!"
So anyway, it shouldn't be surprising that I don't always take her statements in a literal sort of way. Turns out, though, occasionally she's right on the money.
Such was the case earlier today when she ran up to me, breathless, and managed to squeak out the obviously hilarious, "Mama, Mister Baggins gave Lupe a potato!" before dissolving entirely into peals of laughter.
Why yes, that is my yellow lab eating a sweet potato, which was given to her by my one-year-old via the very low window in our dining area.
Doesn't he look proud of himself? And that's Lupe with the photo bomb behind him,
perched on top of her dog house.
A boy and his dog, I suppose.