I love pickles. Or more specifically, I love dill pickles. My cousin Stephanie and I ate almost a whole gallon of dill pickle slices one day when we were kids and she and her sister were over to the house. A sibling (who shall remain nameless due to the incriminating nature of this post) and I would fill up coffee cups with dill pickle slices, and even play "communion" by passing them out to the other kids. I still love pickles.
Enter Owen....he loves pickles too, just not the skin. He requests that I peel his pickles (and his apples, too. I don't know where he got that?!) So, I wasn't surprised when he asked for pickles as a snack, the other day. I WAS surprised when he started drinking the juice right out of the jar, however! So I poured it into a cup for him, instead. :)
