Nothing Fancy, Just Cuteness

Another wild ride tonight here at Rizkerson Central. We had chicken all around for dinner; unremarkable except for the fact that Reid and I were out-eaten by Sania, whose fresh pollo ala brasa motivated her to chomp down a whole chicken breast. I tried the normal slip her a little chicken here and there routine (we're much bigger on peas right now, and drinking water/the exhilarating sensation of pouring water down our shirt). Sania kept tossing the chicken bits on the floor. Long story short, she got her hands on a chunk of chicken about two inches square. This is a girl with 2 and a half teeth. And she puts this chunk in and I'm waiting for it to shoot out. Meanwhile, she's gumming away, happy as a clam. Nothing comes out but yelling, wanting more chicken. Another chunk (smaller this time) and it's gone. And another. That wonderful first tear of meat on an El Pollo Rico chicken breast? She ate it all. Smiling.

Then she poured four ounces of water down her front and spent the rest of the evening shirtless. Thank goodness K isn't here.