"Little Turkey"

It seems like I'm always telling Brennan that he is a "little toot" or a "little turkey." He definitely has a naughty streak, but at this age it's still somewhat comical. (I know it won't be for too much longer!) The other day it took everything in me to stifle my laughter when B decided he was sick of the carrots I had put on his tray. He picked them up, one at a time, and tucked them into the pocket in his bib. Occasionally he would drop one over the edge of the high chair and watch it fall, but mostly he just enjoyed putting them away. I think it's his version of hiding food in his napkin. (Either that or he's pulling a Napolean Dynamite and saving them for later.) He certainly has a mind of his own.