Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Here a snort, there a snort, everywhere a snort snort

The movie "The Christmas Story" is a Thole family favorite. After all, who doesn't love a movie that puts a BB gun, a cursing father, a frah-geel-ay leg lamp, turkey-eating hounds, a tongue frozen to a light pole and a crazy mother together and ties it up with one big bow? I'm sorry, but that's just good family fun.

If you've seen the movie and the picture above, I think you know where I'm going with this.

Sherri made meatloaf and mashed potatoes for dinner last night, and thought it would be a good opportunity for Brennan to try out the spoon my Mom put in his Christmas stocking. Sherri even put the mashed potatoes in a ramekin dish so Brennan could get to them easier. Considering Sherri started our conversation by saying, "Guess who's mommy's little piggy?" I thought it safe to assume that Brennan immediately plunged his face into the dish, but apparently our boy showed some restraint.

At first, anyway. It started peacefully enough. Brennan dug into the potatoes with his spoon and was having a merry old time, but when that became too much work, he abandoned the spoon and dug in with his hands. When that process became too laborious, he picked up the dish, brought it to his mouth and went to town. Grunting ensued, and soon there were mashed potatoes everywhere -- his cheeks, forehead, hair and even up his nose.

But even with food all over his face, you have to admit he's one photogenic little piggy. Click here to see more of the little oinker in action.

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