"I heart my ma ma."
This is Eliot getting his first taste of refined sugar. Yum! Ma ma sent Valentine's Day cookies in the mail, with a guilt-trip laden note saying, "I hope your Mom lets you eat these cookies. They're really good." So how could I not?
Note the devious grin even as his mouth is stuffed with pure sweetness. He was so caught up in the momentary sugar high that he didn't even cheese for the camera as is his usual way.
By the second half of the cookie, he got so excited that he squished it between his fingers in a squeal of delight, crumbling it to death and mashing it into the highchair tray.
Can't say as I blame him. They WERE really good.