Chicken Juice

Leah is my little helper in the kitchen. She usually drags a chair from the dining table and brings it to the counter to "help" me cook. I usually enjoy the gesture, but tonight I was annoyed....

It's been one of those weeks, and it's only Monday.

I am talking to my mom on the phone about this and that, and nothing too important. I look over to the sink where my little helper is sampling the food. I thought it was the cooked food, until a second glance revealed a different story...

After the second spoonful, I realize what is going on....

"Leah, are you drinking chicken juice?" I wanted to vomit. Seriously!

I defrosted the chicken on a plate in the microwave. I set the plate in the sink with the defrosted chicken juices on it. I turn away (for a few seconds) while talking to my mom, to turn around to Leah using a DIRTY spoon to shovel in DIRTY chicken juice from the plate in the sink.

WHO DOES THAT?!?!

I will wait now to see if she gets food poisoning....