Tonight, after supper (scrambled eggs, bacon, and yogurt with kiwi, milk, juice and water to spill on his lap), Iain watched this:



He loves this bit, though I can't get him to clap along. But I can tell that he thinks sitting on Mom and Dad's big bed, wearing only his diaper, watching Sesame Street with a full belly and two sippy cups is about as close to heaven as a 19-month-old is likely to get.

Oh, and he's now demanding "EAT!" on the way home from daycare. I'm working on my salute.