the joy of yogurt

i was having my yogurt, and caleb, knowing that good stuff lay within, shuffled over to beg. naturally, i obliged.

after a few tiny bites, the excitement was too much, he could no longer sit still and started to climb up mommy to be closer to the source.

the quick result was a glob of yogurt planted squarely in his right nostril, pulsating with each breath.

i giggled, and he giggled.

i cackled, and he cackled.

i guffawed, and he guffawed.

every time i finally settled down and thought it was over, he would start laughing again. we went on like this for several minutes.

who knew yogurt could be so much fun?