I messy Mama!

 The funny thing was he was only worried about his hands! And in case you were wondering, yes, he absolutely did take the sandwich apart and shove the jam side up against his face so he could lick it better. Boy.

Sometimes while I need him to stay in one place while I work in the kitchen, I let him play with bubbles in the sink. Sure there's a lot of "oops, Mama, I spill again," as he pours whole cupfulls everywhere but in the sink, but he also does cute things like submerge his hands, bring them up like this and say, "where my hands go?" He's a crack-up. The other night, he randomly said to me, "It's not a dinosaur mama, it's a pig." Hadn't been talking about either so I was a little confused, but did the only thing one could do at a time like that, and made an excellent pig sound. His head was turned, and he whipped it back with a gasp, and said, "Huh? Where da pig?" After a few more strategically timed pig sounds, he got a little scared and scurried up on the back of the couch, quite sure that "da pig is hiding hind the tv. I gotta find dat pig." Daddy came downstairs and it took him about 5 minutes to convince our little guy that it was just, "Mama is da pig sound." In on the game now, he spent the next half hour quacking, looking around dramatically with wide eyes, and exclaiming, "Where is dat duck hiding now?" He doesn't lack imagination!