Fish Sticks?

 The latest from Leah Jean:

a mid-afternoon snack of fish...food.

What in the world?  Have you smelled fish food before? 

PUTRID.

I hold my breath when I open the can, so I don't have to smell it.

Apparently, neither the smell or the taste bothered her.  She was happily nibbling when I came up on her here.  She was trying to snatch more handfuls as I tried to save some for the poor fish.

Ben had just refilled the can the day before.  This is probably the 4th time Leah has dumped the can, but she never tried to eat it before.  Daddy made her help clean up the mess.  She was none too fond of the vacuum.