Dog Food Breath

The other day I was holding Silas and doing something in the kitchen. Dada passed by and gave him a big kiss over my shoulder.

Then he said, Hey, Broth, you smell like dog food.

Then, as he's walking away, he says, What's he eating, a cracker?

Me: Um, nothing. I didn't give him anything to eat.

I turn him around and look in his mouth. Sure enough, there's a nice chunk of kibble in there. And he's enjoying every suck.

Let's just hope he doesn't acquire a taste for it.