Double Fistin'

Folks, there comes a time in everyone's life when you're looking at your baby, wishing that you could be a kid again. One such moment happened for me yesterday. We are currently in Colorado for training on how to be missionaries, cross-culturally. Each meal, we sit with other almost-missionaries and talk about very godly things, of course.

At the end of dinner last night, I went to clean up after Cohen and began by pulling his high-chair out from the table. Below is a video of the next minute of my life in which I truly wished that I was, once again, 10 months old. At what other time could you get away with this kind of refined behavior?