Hey, sometimes you need to identify a platter of meats.
I always adored this book as a kid. I would have been over the moon with a caterpillar I could eat!
Piggies, stop staring at me so blankly with your super blankity blank faces. I can't get a read on you, you're creeping me out. Let's just eat and get it over with.
I'll forgive kitty for leaving footprints on my egg because he drew pretty little hearts on my chicken fingers! Aw, kitty, you really do love me!
I'll celebrate Easter every day if it means I get to eat lunch like this.
Okay, so hamburgers aren't made of ham, we know that, but these little oinklets are so precious, I won't quibble over details. I know you want a kiss, piggie, but I have to warn you. I'm all kinds of hungry.
Thanks for being so cheerful, lunch!