I have always maintained that perhaps T is going to be a vegetarian and the actions that took place at dinner tonight is another confirmation. We sat down to eat our plate of polenta, chicken and mushrooms. Since I know how he feels about meat or anything that remotely strays away from yogurt biscuits or carbs, I didn't put any mushrooms or chicken in his plate. So as we are eating, I cut a piece of chicken and offered it to him saying, 'mmm delicious'! His gaze went from my face, to the fork and chicken I was holding and he screeched out like a chicken, 'puuuukoooooo'. With that he turned his face the other way in disgust. Classic!
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