Well, Daddy took me to Burgermaster tonight. Yummy! I had no trouble polishing off half a cheeseburger and fries. As a result, I was a bit stuffed when the whole adventure was over.
Well, just like a little Roman Emperor after a feast I was in the mood for a second helping. So as soon as I got home I decided to try some whale meat.
Paul Watson would have probably jumped out of the TV to give my Daddy a thrashing for even entertaining such a notion but Paul is on a need to know basis only.
Full disclosure, it turns out the whale I was eating was a dolphin . . . which probably makes it worse.
Hey, I'm a baby, I'm not paid to make moral judgements, I just eat what is in front of me!