Every morning is the same.
Cereal in the straw bowls.
But this third addition to our family has put a kink in our style.
He hates to be contained in his highchair, and is constantly standing in it.
But now days, he climbs out of it, and then climbs up on the table.
The other day after getting my kids their cereal, I heard Icka call out,”Mom, uh….Dash is kind of making a mess.”
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Look at him waiting for bites of Icka’s cereal when he has a perfectly good bowl of his own on his high chair.
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And when I went over to clean Icka off, Dash had the whole table to himself, and took the liberty of  creating a little milk art.
How was Scout a spotless kid, and Navy and Dash are individual pigpens?