leftovers.

i'm not a fan of leftovers. it's genetic. therefore...not my fault.

i get it from my daddy...("she get it from her mamma..." ha.)

anyway. i hate putting leftover food in tupperware and storing it in the fridge. usually, clint will eat it. but there are times, when it's not eaten. and once it's been in there for a while, i CANNOT clean out the tupperware. honestly. i'll just throw it away. horrible, i know.

and wasteful. somewhere andy fisher just had a heart attack.

but i'll gag if i open it. ugh. the smell of food that's been in there for a long time. gross.me.out.

apparently, my son takes after his father and loves...and maybe even prefers leftovers.

evidence? see below.

the conversation went something like this...

me: "hey pratt. whatcha doing?"
pratt: "nothing much mom. just standing here at my highchair."



"oh...what? you want a close up shot? here you go."



"wait a minute!!! what is that!???"



"it's a goldfish! yum. left over from earlier. wonder how it tastes!?"

"good as new. let's see if there are any more....hmm...maybe under here?"



"nope. oh man."

i found him doing the same thing at kids day out the other day. crawling on the floor trying to eat leftover cheerios. i mean, what in the world. the kid throws them down when you give them to him...but then goes after them when they are on the dirty floor. who knows.

and lastly, how cute is that curl!?

have wonderful afternoons. we'll be playing on the floor. :)