I've written before about our love of pickles. It's not natural. I know. I'm aware. But it still just is a fact of life around here.
So you can imagine the anguish when, while carrying in the groceries, one of the bags split completely open.......
.....and the jar of pickles shattered in the street.
Katie actually suggested that maybe we could wash the pickles off and they would be okay. She clearly didn't foresee the complications of me trying to explain to the police why I fed my children pickles with crushed glass in them.