The Look of Concentration

This is my booster seat. I love my booster seat. Especially since yesterday, when I figured out how to snap the restraint together.

It takes lots of patience, milk in the sippy cup and Cheerios between snapping sessions to get this done. I also have to make my face of serious concentration. Just to clarify, this concentration face is similar, but not exactly the same as my pooping face.

I'm really good at snapping the pieces together, but have no idea how to unsnap them. Mommy says this is a good thing, since I may unsnap them when I'm up at the table. I guess falling to the ceramic tile floor and cracking my head open wouldn't be such a good idea. I think Mommy exaggerates a bit, don't you? We all know I wouldn't fall to the floor, given my superior Ninja skills and cat-like quickness. Duh.

Anyway, with the help of Mommy unsnapping the restraint when I so pleasantly asked (wink wink), I kept myself busy snapping my booster seat for a whole 45 minutes straight yesterday. It was AWESOME. Mommy liked it too, since I decided not to bug her when she unloaded the dishwasher. Come on. The dishwasher is so three days ago.