Not for those with a weak stomach

Yesterday the Pickle and I were messing around in the living room. I was folding a basket of laundry and he was doing the things that the pickle does. As I reached into the laundry basket and looked up at him he made a squish face and gave a shutter. I looked at him a little closer and noticed a little smear of something on his face. Then "Hey! Where did you get that grape?"

Uhhhh... yeah... let's call it an ABC grape to the extreme.