Alli started this habit of giving Dreyfuss the remnants of her burrito bol on the nights that we got Chipotle for dinner. We are regretting it now because anytime he sees that brown bag he starts freaking out and whining constantly until he gets the scraps.

All along, we’ve thought there was some sort of addictive chemical in Chipotle that makes us love it as much as we do. Turns out we were right.