Dmitry gets a frightful amount of nourishment from the garbage can.
Wait. Let me explain.
Dmitry is rarely deterred by such simplistic impediments as “child-proof cabinets” and “locked doors”. And as a commendable self-starter, he rarely sees fit to ask for the things he wants but independently searches for and finds them. And eats them.
Out of the garbage today, as it happens.
Did I mention he’s very quiet when he wants to be? I was sitting on the couch blogging not 15 feet from his excavation operation without hearing a peep til I got up for a beer. And walked through limp, day-old lettuce.
Dmitry adores salads. Prepackaged salads from Safeway are the bee’s knees. Whenever he sees that green plastic container, his eyes light up. But when he or mommy doesn’t finish that salad, the remainder goes into the garbage can under the sink, where apparently it ferments to perfection when seasoned with coffee grounds.
Is eating coffee grounds considered pica?