Sometimes Talmage eats the Cheerios he dropped from his high chair onto the floor. Under his high chair has got to be one of the cleanest places in the house, though, considering how many times each day I am down on my hands and knees scrubbing up the food that found its way under there.
He carefully navigated himself past the bar,
but then got stuck during the extraction process.
After trying for a while, he decided maybe he would just hang out in that position...you know, lay his head on the tile, clutch his toothbrush...that sort of thing.
He made his way out and then came to give me a cute half-smile. I'm not sure what is with the ghost face on the right side of the picture...