Last week, Ed decided to get lobster for dinner. He, of course, was thinking about the tasty dinner we were going to have. Connor had other plans.
He must have played with the lobster, taking him in and out of the sink, for almost an hour. We kept thinking the lobster was all "dude, take the bands off my claws and we'll see who's the big guy then!". We thought we might run into a problem when it came to the eating part, but luckily Connor seemed to understand that his "pet" had limited time on this Earth and was willing to eat him.
I love Connor's artwork in the background on the second photo. Sort of gives us a slaughterhouse theme for the kitchen.