The urchins love for me to tell them stories of my childhood. Especially Sass, who finds it just astonishing that I was once a child.
One of her favorites is a short but disgusting one, where I decided to have a little ol' nibble of the Milkbone.
Don't ask. I've no idea. I was about 5 at the time, and I suppose I just thought it sounded like a good idea. After all, the dog thought they were awesome. Why wouldn't I, said the five-year-old logic?
Five-year-old logic has a tendency to be flawed at times. It was just as gross as you think it was.
So today, as I was making lunch, Sass came to help and said, "Mama, tell me the story about when you ate the dog biscuit." I always really ham it up for her, telling her how Pal was all jealous and sad that I was eating his treats. And YES, I always mention how icky it was.
Apparently that wasn't much of a deterrent.
After lunch, Sass was blowing bubbles for the dogs to chase (their favorite fair-weather activity). They had all stopped for a break and a treat when Sass suddenly decided that, by golly, now would be a fantastic time to try a dog biscuit!
YAY! Or not.
I tried to warn her, but Sass is not only sassy, she's stubborn too. I suppose she thought I was holdin' out on her, keepin' her away from the really good snacks. She chomped down on the dog biscuit like it was a, well, a biscuit. For people.
Oh how suddenly she changed her mind.
The spitting and sputtering and then the yelling "AAAHHHH, GROSS!!!" Thank goodness we were outside.
After many water swish-and-spits (and two toothbrushings), I think she is ready to leave the dog treats to the dogs.