Just for the taste of it...

... Diet Coke!  (It's empty.  We're not going to give him coffee or diet coke until kindergarten.)

Speaking of furniture*, every time I sit on the floor to take his picture he crawls right over, leading to a lot of this type of thing:

What a silly little dude.

*One of my friends and I used to say "Speaking of furniture" as a segue whenever we wanted to change the subject during a conversation.  One day somebody we were talking to actually did want to talk about furniture and got excited.  It was random but hilarious.  (I told that story badly-- I promise it's supposed to be really funny.)