Why Liam is not allowed to feed Mallory

Last week, about 30 minutes before I shot this photo, we were heading home from a morning walk along the greenbelt. We passed some duck poop on the path, and Liam turned to Mallory and said, "Would you like some fried duck poop for lunch, Mal?"

Lucky for Mal, I did not take Liam's suggestion too seriously. You will note, though, that she has seven carrots on her plate and one more in her hand. She has just finished dipping each one in Ranch dressing and sucking it off, and then the carrots get neatly discarded. She is just not buying into this veggie-eating business.

(I have a new nephew! He was born this morning but remains nameless. Boo! Hiss! We want a name!!)