Bowling for Bread

On Sunday, I brought home a loaf of French bread and Bailey was absolutely ecstatic (just as her father was).  Daddy cut her a piece from the end as she requested and I caught her eating it quite strangely.  There she was on the couch, sitting oh so comfortably, and she was digging out the middle of it, and it ended up being a little bowl.  Then she asked for more, and did the same with the opposite end.  She took a few bites of the crust, but by then she was full.  It was extremely adorable to witness.  I didn't take any pictures, but it too cute to not mention.