Obviously, he was into something that he KNEW might be a problem...
Turns out he had an entire chocolate frosted donut in his hand. (And on his hand. And on his face. And in his mouth.)
I actually had to admire his quick-witted thinking to turn on the charm and thank me in advance, and told him he could have it IF HE SAT DOWN AT THE TABLE TO EAT IT. (Sitting at the table for an entire meal or snack remains a challenge for him.)
Well, darned if he didn't do exactly that.
He sat. On his stool. Straight and still. Quiet & focused. No banging, no kicking, no grabbing or spilling. No claiming he's done and running off.
My husband walked in and stared at him for a bit, then looked at me questioningly.
"I know," I said, "I know."
OK, Mister. You just raised the bar. A LOT!!
Game on! It's eatin' time.
(See how I slipped in an entire fruit plate along with some healthy tangerine slices?? Didn't work.)