So, I have a random chicken bone sitting in my fridge right now. Just sitting there on the shelf. I felt like it was a reasonable, though silly, compromise.
Ryan loves all things fast; space shuttles, race cars, jets, Blue Angels, the French TGV trains, and of course, cheetahs. He pretends to be a cheetah pretty much all the time. He is always on all fours (hands and feet, not knees) and races all over the place. He's actually pretty fast at it. He often scares Katie with his "mean cheetah" faces. He is learning that "mean cheetahs" have to go outside. Only nice cheetahs are allowed in the house. He tries to keep the mean faces to a minimum. The cheetah play has also caused many a hole-in-the-knee of his pants, but that's a story for another day. I digress.
He has recently started asking me - no, BEGGING me for a dog bone. We go to the pet store to buy food for our bunnies and he asks me if I will buy him a dog bone. I ask what he wants to do with it and he tells me in an exasperated tone, "Chew on it." I have tried to explain how disgusting that is (he LOVES the word "disgusting" right now), but he still insists that he needs one so that when he is pretending to be a cheetah, he can chew on a bone.
So last night when we ate a roasted chicken, he asked for the drumstick. Then he cleaned the chicken off of the bone and went and washed it off. Don't think I didn't see it coming. At least it doesn't have weird dog stuff on it. I told him it would NOT be okay to keep it in his room or else it would get gross and start to smell awful. He declared that he could keep it from going bad if he just put it in the fridge. *sigh* A good compromise? You tell me.