Bryant is so proud. I picked up fried chicken for lunch on Sunday. Not only did Reeves eat the thigh and the drumstick that I pulled apart for him, but he also wanted the drumstick bone AND and another drumstick all together. I am a very picky fried chicken eater (although, not as picky as Jodie!). I will eat the meat and some of the skin, but that is where I stop. Bryant, on the other hand, was apparently taught to eat fried chicken by a pack of starving refugees. There is not much left but a bare bone when he is finished. This has always been the joke between us - that he can make chicken crunch.
(Notice that Reeves is double-fisting.)
Anyway, as you can see, Reeves has apparently inherited the Bair gene for fried chicken eating. Oh, goodness! Looks like I've got my work cut out for me trying to reverse this one!! But look how much they enjoy it! This is true RBB form! I guess I should have expected it when we named him.
Anyway, as you can see, Reeves has apparently inherited the Bair gene for fried chicken eating. Oh, goodness! Looks like I've got my work cut out for me trying to reverse this one!! But look how much they enjoy it! This is true RBB form! I guess I should have expected it when we named him.
This is longing if I've ever seen it!
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Only Baby Reeves could make eating flesh from a poultry bone look adorable!
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