A picky eater he is not:
Joe and I were sitting at the kitchen table last night & Levi comes cruising along munching broccoli he swiped from the fridge. Having fallen at the foot of his father's tree, he is showing signs of being a bottomless pit too. I am constantly shooing him out of the fridge. I found him in the bathroom yesterday sucking ketchup out of the bottle. His goose is near cooked though: I bought a lock for the fridge door yesterday.