Gross-ness

If you have a queasy stomach, you might want to skip this Owen anecdote:

This morning, while snuggling up together as a family, attempting to will myself to rise and shine, Owen looks down at my belly button, sticks his finger in it...(and wait)...licks it.

(Do you need to puke yet? I almost did.)

"Yummmmmm! Tastes like chicken!"

Really?!?! I had to laugh, but seriously, Owen, please don't make a habit out of this.