She's got my taste

We already knew she shared my love of chocolate and ice cream.

Last night we discovered that she shares my passion for ketchup. We went to Red Robin. She didn't want to eat the bread, burger, or even the fries. But boy oh boy did she enjoy the ketchup. She started using a fry as a means of getting ketchup into her mouth. When the fry got soggy she discarded it and grabbed a new one. When she tired of the fries she started using her hands.

She would stick 4 fingers deep into her mouth, gagging herself and making herself tear up in an effort to get every bit of ketchup. It was disturbing and amusing to watch her choke herself over and over until we finally wiped down her hands in exasperation.