See that box of Joe’s O’s scattered across the floor behind him? We weren’t paying attention to him because we were discussing how ole Cadillac had just miraculously scored a touchdown. He crawled over to the table, shook the table until the box fell off, dragged the box to the other side of the room and shook it until the bag fell out. Then he shook the bag until the O’s fell out.
It appears he is genetically predisposed to care for himself, much like his brother was at this age. I’m tempted to just leave the pile on the floor since dinner time will be here soon enough….