Byron is “helping” me make waffles. He’s a very good kitchen helper, even if he tends to flomp in front of drawers and doors I need to open. He’s currently waiting until they cool enough to eat.
Love this picture. He regularly goes cross-eyed for treats.
Update: He’s had his share of waffles, but is now complaining about the insufficient waffle content in his belly. He’s sitting in the kitchen, whining pitifully.