Case in point, some drumsticks. You know, the delicious ice cream cones with peanuts and a chocolate bottom.
My thought on what's going through her sweet little head during this photo shoot:
- Top left: This is awful! Why would she eat that in front of me. All I have is this thing making a mess on my hand over here
- Top right: Finally. Did she think I would stop screaming without this in my mouth?
- Bottom left: Can you hold this for me?
- Bottom right: Can I have another?
*talk to me on Sunday about signing up for too much while I'm licking my wounds from having publicly humiliated myself on a beautiful Steinway.