Chase was whining for a snack before dinner so instead of goldfish or pretzels (both of which are a current obsession with my son) I thought we would each have a peach.
Not even wanting to bother with a bib, I just took his shirt off. Dribble away little man, it will come off with a wipe.
I hand him his peach and he promptly digs in.
I pick up my peach and go to take a bite when I hear...