We've been eating dinner at the kitchen island for a while now -- the few steps to set up and clean up are quite appealing. But as kids destroy stools and we have to stow away stools to keep a little one from cabinets and shelves, it makes good sense to walk a few extra feet to the dining room to eat.
Last night my hoodie was hanging on the back of Zane's dining room chair. As he ate bits of hot dog dipped in ketchup and various things dipped in sour cream, he casually took the side of the hoodie with his right hand and wiped his mouth, as if it were a large napkin hanging there just for that. He did it once and we tried to conceal our giggles while explaining he should use his paper napkin. Moments later, of course, he did it again. When we exclaimed "Zane!", he responded with his sly and shifty grin while casually giving a thumbs up and a couple of winks of his eyes.
Our laughter was uncontrollable. (And yes, we moved the hoodie. Again, thank God for Oxyclean. :)
