I woke up and got Baby Twerp out of his crib this morning. Then I started breakfast. It got awful quiet around the plantation, so I got a little worried. I began searching for Baby Twerp.
Baby Twerp, where are you?
Look what I found under the table.At first I snickered. He knew ice cream was not acceptable for breakfast so he was hiding and chowing down. I continued to snap away and giggle to myself.
Until he pulled this out.
For the love of sweet Jesus! He is eating breakfast with a steak knife! I was so concerned. I only snapped one more photo. Then, I put the camera down.
Disclaimer: My steak knives are really dull. Really.