He stands at the fridge...door wide open, peering up onto one of the shelves, "Mommy. Snack. Jack wants snack. I hungry." He then steps onto the bottom shelf, stands as tall as he can on his tippiest tip toes, swipes an orange jello, hops down and slams the door to the fridge. He prances over to the drawer, grabs a spoon, rips the foil lid off of the jello, uses his foot to open the flap door to the garbage can, throws away the lid and plops down at the kitchen table. He picked out his own clothing and dressed himself in head-to-toe blue. At least he matches!!
The boy does not need me anymore.
He also sings. All. Of. The. Time. It melts mt heart into a puddle on the floor. This boy, he sure is something else!