As a special treat yesterday I stopped at a local bakery after church to get Ish a chocolate frosted doughnut (his favorite!). Actually, grandma bought him the doughnut and she may or may not have bought one for me and Matt too, but I digress. When I got home I put on Ish's bib, strapped him in his highchair and he dug right in.
And when I say "dug right in" I mean that literally. Ish eats doughnuts by picking off the topping.
Little by little he gets all the chocolate off.
And he's so proud of himself for doing it.
And in the end, the doughnut is dead.
And Ish claims victory.