twizzle? fo shizzle.

We had a family picnic a few weeks ago on the floor of the living room, where we arrived after being rained out of our planned picnic at the park. After we finished eating, Erin and I began picking up, and while we weren't closely watching them, Hallie and Will found my bag of Twizzlers. While Hallie was primarily interested in removing each piece of licorice from the bag (reminding me of this behavior), Will took the opportunity to take single bites out of as many whole pieces as he could get away with - a good strategy, I must admit, since those pieces were then set aside for him.