Every time I see chicken McNuggets, I'm reminded of a sweet little story.
But first, some history. Our 100-pound German Shepard, Baron, is the same age as the twins. That's actually another story for another time. But he's grown up with them. And he has always relished any opportunity to sit by the twins while they're eating. Needless to say, they drop stuff. A LOT of stuff. And he loves to eat all of it.
I actually taught him the command, "Clean up!" and he knows to scour the kitchen floor for droppings.
When the kids were around 2, McNuggets were (and still are) their favorite food. One evening, Baron was paying particular attention to their delicious McDonalds meal. And Owen was paying attention to him.
He very casually asked, "Mom, does Baron like ketchup?"
"No," I replied, then watched in disbelief as Owen nodded his head, assured of himself, and handed Baron a McNugget. Without ketchup.
I couldn't be mad that he'd just fed the dog part of his dinner, because he had so sweetly inquired as to Baron's condiment preferences.
I've never forgotten that story. And Baron still prefers his leftovers without ketchup. But he'll take them any way he can get them.
