Sunday, January 4, 2009

Instant Cereal

Bowls are for pansies, it turns out.
Put the milk in mouth, sneak in a Cheerio, and Voila!
'sniff' It's official. He really IS my son.



MISSION: Monday Grand Prize Winner TOMORROW.
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14 comments:

Beth said...

I like the way he sneaks in the cereal before he takes the milk away. That milk must be good stuff.

Kristina P. said...

I love that he's so proud of himself after he accomplishes this amazing feat!

Becky Sue said...

That means less dishes! Yeahhhh!!

Stacy's Random Thoughts said...
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Stacy's Random Thoughts said...

That'll teach me not to preview before hitting that 'post comment' button! I happen to be anal about misspellings! ;)

As I was saying...How CUTE! Like Kristina said, I love how he seems so proud of himself after accomplishing his amazing feat! ;)

CassJustCurious said...

Can he make a tutorial video for Lexi in the coming months?

Jenni Jiggety said...

Nice...I wonder if I could get my kids to do that? Less dishes = more blogging time, right?

He is so cute!

Evolving Mommy Catherine said...

I'm with Jenni, any way I can figure out how to save time on dishes is allll-right!

CaJoh said...

Was there any doubt that he is NOT your son… or are you still waiting for the DNA results to come back.

Linda S said...

Oh, he knows he's too smart! Cute!

blueviolet said...

Bowls are a waste of time. He's gonna be a man's man. You raise 'em right.

Tenakim said...

so cute. Now your wife needs to teach your daughter to put on mascara while steering the car with her knee.

Kristen Andrews said...

very cute pic Jay!

just a girl... said...

not that you need me to tell you but super freaking cute.

posthumous pointer
To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded. - Emerson