One eyed, one horn, flying purple pickle eater!

Here is all the proof I need that Kensley is my child. She loves pickles! The hubby won't touch them with a 10 foot pole and he has the hardest time giving her kisses after she eats one because she has "pickle breath." But I just love the fact that she loves pickles as much as me. I mean, that pickle is nearly the size of her head and she ate every last bite! YUM!