Tate asked me to put this on the blog.
First of all, let me note that there were other things on his plate. Healthful things like carrots and apple slices, that he had already eaten. Just so you know. (Because I need for you to know that.)
And then there's his sandwich. He prefers creamy peanut butter and honey, open-face.
Which he accessorizes. With goldfish crackers, when we have them.
Then he carefully eats the crust off, all the way around.
And the bumpy part, in the middle? Saving the best for last. He scrapes a mound of pb&h into the middle and stands a few fish in it for good measure.
I did not teach him this.
In other news...
Gunnar has discovered product. He got rained on at soccer practice, and had no time for a shower before AWANA. Not a problem.
"Mom, I want my hair to look like I was electrocuted!"
Except he says it, "electric-shooted," which always cracks me up, so I don't correct him. I think he got it from Tate, so it may be a HoH thing.
"So, you got any sticky stuff for my hair?"
And just for the record, it was not Crazy Hair Night, because we already had that. It was Yellow Night. But my boy is confident and secure in his appearance, and off he went.