Captain Pickle

Mo has been into pickles lately. I mean, she loves pickles. She ate pickles and bananas for breakfast not long ago, alternating bites.



I went to make a sandwich today, and I grabbed the jar of pickles and it was empty. Then I looked and found another jar. Empty, just some brine and little bits of stuff.

I kept digging. There were five pickle jars in my fridge and nothing you could call a pickle in the whole house.

I don't mind so much that she ate the pickles, it's that she puts the jars back as if they might grow replacement stock.