Taking the Scenic Route

We made some baked chicken drumsticks for supper, in hopes of Zane being willing to eat them. He wasn’t, although he did at least try it before refusing it. However, in the process of trying it, a piece of the chicken meat was dropped on the floor. We told him to pick it up, and in his desire not to touch it with his fingers, he grabbed it with his toes and then lifted it and deposited it on the top of the table. Flexible little buger.