So last night Da was off making a living and left Mom and the boys to their own devices. Momma thought Griff had finished with dinner, but when Ipulled him out of the high chair, realized that he was apparently stockpiling supplied for the end days.

As soon as I pulled him out of his chair, he started eating again. Since it was 7 and we needed to work toward bath/bed time, I decided to do the expedient thing: put the left-over food on the tray and set the whole thing on the 'mess mat' (at least 5 foot in diameter) so that
Griff could graze on it. I turned around after filling the sink to see my pride and joy with the tray of food at the edge of the mat and yelled "no, no." My son stopped. Looked at me. Paused for a few seconds (not long enough for me to leap the baby-gate and get to him). Dumped the tray of food and ran for the living room.

What a Brat.