Oliver climbed up onto the stool, climbed up onto the counter, grabbed the bag of monster cookies, and then sat back down at the counter to have a civilized breakfast. That part just kills me. The fact that he felt like he had to sit on the chair and eat them at the counter. Like an adult. Like Jared & I would.
|In fact, I think he was quite proud.|
"Well, at least, was it good?"
I told a friend of mine this story and she said, "How do you keep yourself from laughing at situations like that?"