Allow me to transcribe (more or less) today's lunch. On the menu, macaroni and cheese.
Tyler: Hot?
Me (from the kitchen, making my own lunch): Blow on it.
T: (blows on it, takes a bite)
T: Hot?
Me: Blow on it.
T: (blows on it, takes a bite)
Repeat. At least 75 times. Nevermind the fact that by probably the 5th or so time of asking if it was hot, it was no longer anywhere close to hot.
Then add in (when Tyler apparently got tired of stabbing his own food with the fork):
T: Help!
Me: (stabs a forkful of macaroni and hands it to him)
T: Hot?
And last but not least...fork dropping is quite the event at mealtime these days, and today's effort cracked me up. Tyler (looking at me the whole time to make sure I was watching him) dropped the fork through the back of his chair. Immediately after it hit the ground, he looked at me quite disapprovingly and said "NO!" He knew darn well what I was going to say and beat me to it, the little booger. Just try not to laugh at that one (thereby reinforcing the behavior, of course!)...