Our crew each gets one teeny piece--about the size of the tip of my pinkie-- of processed cheese (not the healthiest) each morning while I'm cooking breakfast. As soon as they hear the wrapper, they all come running. When Barney goes into hiding, I can yell, "cheeeeese," and out he comes.
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Becky...mommy to Barney, Anna (RIP), Willie Jack, and Zoe... RIP Max |