Beef Buillion... It's what's for dinner!

You know that unexpected silence that makes you frantically wonder where your child has run off to? You then begin to call their name with no response. Only moments later you begin to hear them choke and grasping for air! I ran to the window, behind the couch and found this...

And don't worry he could breathe. Buthe was frantically spitting out the crumbling beef cube as quickly as possible and scrapping away at his tongue. Then he began to cry, I'm assu,ing from the very bold flavor! I sware if it comes in a wrapper he knows it's edible...well usually! 
One a scale of 1 to 10 on the nasty meter this has to be at least a 7. Live and learn I guess.

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