Bailey does not understand the concept of a chicken popsicle. He decided he wanted to eat his chicken, and he wanted to eat it NOW. No glass baby food jar was going to stop him - so, he just crushed the jar and started trying to chew up the remains to get the chicken out. I don't think I've jumped off the couch and run through the house that fast in all my life.
Note to self: No more frozen baby food jars for Bailey!