That is what Dave said about this picture.
I cooked a turkey today. Izzy was excited. She claimed one of the legs last time I cooked a bird, and this time was no different. I am not the type to eat meat off a bone. She totally gets this side of herself from her Papi. (I don't know how to spell it. She calls Dave "Pop-ee" sometimes.) Why do poultry legs remind me of hefty mid-evil men/kings?