On the way to school this morning Miss D said:
"Remember when we went to the pig roast the other day? I ate the eyeball and it was good."
Last year she had been disappointed when the eyeballs melted. This year they were still there and I did put one on her plate per her request but she and her (second) cousin ate in the playhouse and I never saw what happened.
Per Husband, she did!
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I didn't look closely at her plate, but I was a witness when her dad inspected the plate. So I confirm their story.
Ugh.
ohhhhh, that's just gross. Rightfully blamed on gramps though....he'll eat anything.
Aww, her first eyeball. They grow up so quickly!
Chip off the ole block (sigh)
I guess that's better than junk food...
I don't know what's more revolting, the vision of the eyeballs melting or Yelena taking a bite out of it. I think the latter. Lisa
I remember how fasinated Y was at the family reunion pig roast. RM blogged about A eating an eyeball, so I was going to ask if she had seen him do it. I can't believe she ate an eyeball herself and declared it "Good"!
That is awesome! I told J what Y did and, not to be outdone, she told me that she also loves eyeballs. She plans to make a purple eyeball just for Y when you guys come to visit in April (granted it will be made out of a dyed cotton ball and a googly eye, but still...) :)
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