Confessions of a Befuddled Father

Today I found, floating in a half-full gallon container of 1% milk, several slices of sausage, some of which bore the marks of little teeth.

“Why on earth…” I started, and then thought better of it. There was no answer to the question I was forming that would justify floating, half-masticated sausage rafts in the milk. I just resolved to chalk it up as one of life’s mysteries and move on.