Wyatt being the porker, and the beans, well, being the beans. This kid loves black beans. And treats. Did I mentions treats. Oh, and treats. He is a maniac.
Do you see the concentration?
How he so delicately devours it?
The look in his eyes?
Just trust me, you do not want to see what happened once his snack pack was polished off. Just know this: Kathryn feared for her life, and Wyatt, while violenty signing "please" over and over again almost had a stroke. If we let him keep this up, he will have diabetes by the ripe old age of 2.