This is me eating two of many pretzels in a day. I am not as easy as my big brother when it comes to food. The other day my dada ordered a TuuuuuuNA sandwich for lunch. Nobody shared with me (mercury blah blah blah). And ever since then, I can't stop saying tuuuuuNA! Tuna!! Tuna.
Tuna.
Anyway, my mama has been trying to figure out how to get protein down my throat. Any time she tries to feed me any type of meat, I spit it out. Poached, grilled, steamed, fried, I don't care. I don't want it. So today she tried a new approach. She poached a chicken breast, pureed it, and mixed it with apple sauce. And then SHE started to eat it. Of course anything she has, I want. So I growled at her. And right before she put the spoon in my mouth, she said "tuna." I ate the whole bowl. I love tuna.
