Pinks or Greens?

Snorky Figgles was in Boston with us within twenty-four hours of getting him home from Toys-R-Us. Over a good continental breakfast, he impressed upon me the truth of the one statement that I'd heard about all pigs: He, too, is a Foodie. Notice the big F.


Here's breakfast in Boston. Fi hasn't even started on his, and look at Figgles' plate.

Funnily, I observed something else. If you look closely at that picture, you will see that my darling Figgles is as fond of fruits as he is of, erm, orange juice and buttered toast. Apparently, even though just "a few days old", he can distinguish between his favorite and not-quite-so-favorite fruits. He loved the peach-colored melons. Methinks it is because he identified with them color-wise. He made a bit of a fuss with the green melons, though, eventually leaving them by the side of the plate. (See picture below.)



Note: The title of this post is inspired by a friend who, when she first set eyes on Figgles, squealed, exactly like Figgles does sometimes when he's excited.