Our little caveman

Last night I roasted a chicken for dinner. I usually cut off a leg for Morgan and then cut up some of the thigh meat for Bennett. Except, since he's become PARTICULAR about things, he demanded a leg. Like Morgan. He kept pointing to the roasted carcass on the counter and pleading with me "Kicken! Kiiiiiicken!", until I deciphered his meaning. Oh, you want what Morgan has. Okay.


Look at our CLASSY little caveman eating his chicken. *sigh*