Oh where to begin?

After dinner tonight, Ben promptly announced he was "all done!" He climbed out of the high chair and marched into the kitchen and climbed into the crock pot.

Like any good mother, instead of teaching him a lesson about what's a toy and what's not, I grabbed the camera. Keith grabbed his phone and started snapping pictures.

As soon as Ben learned he had the spot light, we got the cheese face.





Lots of it.



And then, just to prove that he can in fact top himself as the star of his own show, he proceeded to offer a never-before-seen-on-video gem




That's right, ladies & gentlemen - the post-poopie shudder. It's the tell tale sign after every single poop. Every time.

Now...
Is anyone ever willing to come to my house for dinner again? Ever?