Having gotten Finn into pickles last summer, we thought we’d see how his little bro likes ’em. During Saturday’s sojourn to the “Meat Hut,” Pickle Lady saw our wagon rolling up and intercepted us with a fistful of pickles. For a kid who makes some crazy faces & who spits out just about everything these days*, I thought Henry handled it well:
* We call him our resident ruminant.
One reply on “Henry’s First Pickle”
Anyone who likes pickles is a friend of mine. Well, not anyone, but you get the idea. I love pickles, most especially sweet pickles!