For reasons unknown to me, family members enjoy offering Baby Joseph food and laughing at his complete disinterest in this strange multi-colored stuff we’re putting in our mouths.
My youngest daughter said to him in her high-pitched little voice, “You want chips and salsa, Joe? You want some beer?” (Please note that she was consuming neither.)
But the goofiness doesn’t end there. My oldest spilled dry Rice Krispies on the floor. Did she sweep them up right away? No. She brought out our hamster to do the deed for her.
When Punzi’s cheeks had reached max-capacity, my daughter had to resort to the dust pan. Apparently Punzi made some space, however, as she jumped in after it. I do like to teach my family members not to waste food.
I call this piece “Back view of Syrian longhair, with Rice Krispies.”