(For those of you who weren't die-hard MK&A fans when you were younger, you're supposed to sing that title like this. You're welcome for now having that stuck in your head for the rest of the day... at least I hope you do, because I sure do.)
"Mom, why are you taking pictures of me eating my bowl of peanut butter?"
Well, sweet son, it's just that you've suddenly gotten very good at using utensils for eating...
... and I'm just so proud that I can't help myself. I have to document such a big accomplishment! You still haven't figured out which hand you want to stick with using, but that's okay. Your dad thinks that you're right-handed, but that your left-handed mother has confused you a bit. I learned how to survive as a lefty with two righty parents, so I think you'll be okay in the end, no matter which hand you decide to use.
And also because you might have a little something on your face... and I think it's adorable.
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After scooping out the last of the peanut butter from the jar for his snack, I put the empty jar in the top of our pretty full trash can. A few hours later, I turned around and found this:
He had gotten the jar out of the trash can and was getting out every last drop of peanut butter with his hand.
What can I say? My boy is quite the problem solver... and quite the peanut butter lover.