Kids Are Gross

Kids are gross. At least, mine are. Last night I gave Tori some chips and hummus to snack on. (She loves the stuff) But instead of dipping, eating, then turning the chip around -- so as to not double dip -- she did the opposite. She dipped the chip in the hummus, sucked the hummus off the chip, then dunked it right back in. She only ate the chip when it got too flimsy to dip it any more.

Then, this morning, I couldn't figure out what she wanted for breakfast. Pancakes? Eggs? Cereal? Hummus? No. She wants grape juice and a pickle. So gross.