Last night I couldn't help it...I let him sit and snapped pictures, giggling the whole time. I'm so mean (hehehe).
He takes a break to feed sister the stray pieces of rice off his tray.
But then remembers the torture he's going through.
I promise, he was eventually removed, bathed, given a chocolate chip cookie, had his teeth brushed and then rocked to sleep. I'm not always this mean.