now, imagine if adam was a dog...

Sadie is generally barred from the kitchen while Kenny is having a meal. This is done by use of a small baby gate, which the Sadist is forced to sit on the wrong side of, so she can moan, cry, whimper and bark her frustrations at not being allowed anywhere close to the near-mythic proportions of food being so carelessly discarded onto the floor. When Kenny is done with his meal, we allow the fuzzy hazmat crew to come in and "mop up," but not while the meal is still in progress.

Why? Well, if you think the boy drops enough things on the floor now, you ain't seen nothing when the pooch is in close proximity.

Kenny thinks it's pretty hysterical to watch Sadie eat whatever he drops, and even more so when she licks his fingers. Consequently, on those rare times that we don't cake-block the dog out of the kitchen, you get instances where this dynamic duo like to re-create great works of art. Like, let's say, the Michaelangelo piece pictured above.

Sure, it's impressive, but it's also counter-productive when it comes to making sure that the boy is fed, and not the dog.

That makes us full-on parents, doesn't it? The no-fun approach of, "I don't care if you can mimic one of the masters before you have even turned a year old! Stop feeding your &^%$#@ peas to the dog!" *sigh* The parental (r)evolution rolls on...