I'm not a particularly big fan of burgers, but I have a book called "Yummy Yucky" that starts with "spaghetti is yummy, worms are yucky..." and also proclaims "burgers are yummy; boogers are yucky!" -- so now I love to order burgers. I call them boogers because I think it's funny. It's rare that I eat any portion of them. Thankfully, daddy likes burgers. And when Scott is here, he eats them too. That dude lives on burgers. With extra fries. He lets me dip his fries in ketchup for him and shove them into his mouth.
I enjoyed the pickles, though!
