It wouldn't be breakfast if I didn't get to wash the floor afterwards, right?
He looks civilized enough, right? He's approaching his banana, Rice Krispy, and yogurt mixture with interest and a spoon.
And his fingers.
And things pretty much fall apart from there.
Notice that the bowl is gone from his tray. Wherever could it be?
Why with his cup and most of his food chunks, of course.
And some yogurt handprints on the door-- the cherry on top of my morning, really.
Ahhh, the glamour of it all.