I started of in a low tone just to let momma know I approved of her cooking skills and that I would be most honored to be her honorary taste tester. She said no.
Then I gave a little Arrrooooo to hint that a little piece of salmon dropped in my deposit box wouldn't hurt anybody. She said no.
HRMPH! Mean momma. I ignored her for the rest of the night. Sike. I'm just kidding, it was only for like a minute. What can I say? - I lubbing her.
Here is my boy devouring EACH and EVERY last delectable bite. Please drop a piece on the floor. Please drop a piece on the floor. Please drop a piece on the floor. Please drop a piece on the floor. PLEASE.
He is smiling and I am crying on the inside. It's such a cruel CRUEL world! I tried to make sure everyone was aware of my dismay.
Momma told me to stop - so I did. I gave up. I mean pffftt....her cooking isn't THAT great anyway, right?! YEAH - That's what I'm going to keep telling myself.
So after my epic fail of trying to con my momma or boy for a bite of food I went to go see what bigg butt (Mia) was doing. Guess what? She wasn't doing anything. Typical. I tried to see if she wanted to play keep away or bitey face, but, well, look at that face. What do you think her answer was? A big fat lame NO!