Chicken was on the menu today in Mrs J’s kitchen. This caused Mrs J some angst. As always when she’s making a meat dish. But today was worse. She really felt like someone was watching her.

And she was right.

The supervisor had assumed his position.

And he supervised her every move.

Carefully. Because checking is his thing. Because chicken is his thing.

And he doesn’t really know the difference.

Scary cute, he is.