Biscuit

I am always astounded by Belle's ability to ask and receive food from strangers, especially after I have already fed her.  Belle ate a banana on our walk to church and promptly dirtied both my tee shirt and our ring sling.  She ate another banana during mass, and by eating, I mean, we shared.  Belle and I shared a single serving of crackers and a slice of ginger bread at a cafe after mass.  I noted the Happy Meals and the bucket of KFC (and the yummy scent!) at the park and ignored it.  Belle, on the other hand, approached the couple with the bucket of chicken and brought back a biscuit.