Our baby smells extra-sweet

A couple of weeks ago as Grayson was dressing Jake for bed, he kissed him on the head and said, "Mmm, Jakey. You smell so good!" And Nick, who was standing behind him, yelled, "I wanna smell him! I wanna smell him! LET ME SMELL HIM!"

So Grayson leaned Jake down and let Nick smell his head, and Nick said, "DADDY. He smells like SIW-WUP."

And Internet, he did. The baby smelled like syrup. We assumed he might have had pancakes with syrup at lunch that day and had gotten a little in his hair or something. But the next evening Grayson turned around in the kitchen to see Jake sitting on the floor in front of the open refrigerator, syrup bottle turned upside down over his head, trying to suck down the syrup.

I hadn't witnessed it for myself until last night. I ran to grab the camera when I saw what was coming:



Syrup in hand:



VICTORY! Mommy, may I?



I've got the syrup. Will you help me? Quick, before people realize how much Cherry Coke Zero you've got back there.



It'll only take you a second to pop the top for me.



Hold on. I'm having a Come to Jesus Moment.



OK, I'm back.



PLEASE, Mommy. Don't make me pull my hair out.



Seriously. Have you TASTED this stuff? It's like nectar from the heavens.



I can try shaking it to see if I can get it to spew out like the yogurt does.



No? Well, then PLEASE help me get it open!



I'll swing it behind me like the dry cleaning if that makes me look cuter.



C'mon.



C'MON!



Whatevs. I'll just unscrew the top.



OK, my fine motor isn't quite there yet.



I'm begging you, Mommy.



Just a LITTLE bit of syrup.



For ME.



And then he exploded into a little fireball of tears and snot because I said, "No."

THE END.