First, James really wanted to hug and kiss me to say goodbye this morning at our back-to-school drop off. This was unexpected, new, and full of warm fuzzies (at least for me). He bounced right back into his routines and had a good day.
Second, I came home to get started on the kitchen clean up and noticed:
Speaking of things that will make him scream like a tin whistle ... behold, the deadly:
He still has to eat some. This is when I turn up the radio.