"Dad, can I chew on that bone?"

Last night at dinner we dished out beautiful plates of cut up roast, potatoes and green beans from out garden. After the prayer, before Arden even took a bite of her food, she looked at what was left of the deboned roast sitting in the middle of the dinner table and said, "Dad, can I chew on that bone?"

I thought I was raising children not wild animals. Guess I was wrong. I wasn't surprised too much by Arden's question since she is also my child who proudly ate crispy fish heads. The boys are going to love her, she is half wild by nature!