We pretty much always have an interesting time at dinner in our household. Allen is either screaming and crying hysterically because he doesn't want to eat dinner, or laugh-out-loud hilarious (in either case, I eat less so I think it works out to my benefit).
Last night was a laugh-out-loud night. Now, I'm not sure if I've told you guys this before, but Allen has a fascination lately with seeing our mouths, and the food inside of it. He will ask us, while we're eating, "Yet me see your mouf." We have to open our mouths, after which he examines, and says, "See, there's chicken!" (or whatever we're eating).
Last night, we turned the tables on him, and asked him to see his mouth (you can barely see in the back side of his mouth that he's got a green bean in there) ...
This next picture shows, just what a good mood he was in during the entire dinner experience. What a cheeseball!