Sharing, Caring, That's the Thing to Do!

Tonight we dined at Poblano's because all meals are half off on Wednesdays. I ate fajitas, Jeremy ate mole something, Victor had (at his request) shredded chicken, black beans, and rice, and Zeke had chicken fingers and french fried.

Naturally, Victor wanted a french fry. So he asked "Zeke, can I have a french fry."

Zeke said something like "Um, yes," and selected a fry.

Zeke then broke the fry in two, and then in two again.

"Here Victor!" he said, offering him a stub of french fry.