My little puppy

Bry got a roll (bread) and sat down in the living room. Emma crawled over to him and stared at him with this face that said "haven't you told me I am your FAVORITE girl? Don't you want to share with me?" It was pretty funny. Lately she has become much more interested in what we put in our mouths and thinks whatever goes in ours should also go in hers. Oh, Emma.