Jack loves everything squishy. Mostly I'm talking about those gooey, squishy toys you buy that when flung they stick to the wall. I have several grease spots on our walls to attest to this love (& if you ever want to buy something squishy for some little boy you love, avoid black bats. For some reason they are extra awful on walls!!! HA!). He carries them around in his pockets with him everywhere. In fact, some of his Kindergarten homework is to bring one thing that tells about him-you've got to believe that he'll be taking something squishy.
Sometimes you take good pictures, sometimes you take stories. This is a story picture, not my best!
The family all pitched in and spent our Sunday afternoon de-boning some chickens. Jack took extra delight in the leftover, nasty, SQUISHY "stuff". The part labeled "disgusting" in my book. He had a ball running it through his fingers, listening to the sounds, getting grease up to his elbows.
He is such a
boy. Have to say I love it.
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