chicken: it's what's for playing with

We've introduced chicken in a couple of different forms into Isaiah's diet. He's had it as ground up mush like the other stuff he eats, in which form he's completely indifferent to it. He's had it as little stringy bits on his high chair table, in which he's mildly interested as an object of grabbing. And then he's had it as almost-naked drumstick. Given who his mother is, it's hardly surprising that this is the preferred form.