Spoiled Rotten

This is what I saw when I walked into the kitchen yesterday. Apparently, the little dude was having trouble specifying what he wanted to eat, so his dad just put him on the counter and let him get his own food out of the cabinet.

Around late-afternoon snack time, this is what I found on the couch:

I know his clothes are as ridiculous as his posture and facial expression, but that's kind of an involved story. Anyway, just as a bonus, here he is jamming to Old MacDonald (lucky you!).