It was not enough to have the parts this time. No, this time she wanted the whole. And she wouldn’t relent until she had it. So I gave in, of course, and handed it over. There is no sound quite like the sound of a chicken leg pounding on the high chair tray. Dense, thudding, plastic echoes! Squeals! Lindsay was delighted with herself. When she wasn’t pounding it, she managed to eat some of it right off the bone. If the pulled pork incident (see below) didn’t alarm you, I’m sure this one does. Click here - I’ll make it easy for you. Pictures forthcoming… [edit: they are over in the gallery now.]