I recently read online that author Stephenie Meyer describes her three young sons as "chimpanzees on cocaine." I liked that. I often compare my two darlings to wild animals or cavemen. They sometimes just seem so primal.
Today was a perfect example. I had a bit of leftover chocolate cake and let the kids have some for a snack after nap time. Charlotte was completely naked, because that is what she does: she constantly sheds her clothes and diaper whenever she can, and most especially during nap time, which has led to more than one nasty episode involving dirty sheets and an irate mom.
I hand Charlotte her plate with a piece of cake on it and she promptly drops it frosting side down. When she picks up the cake, all the frosting is left behind on the floor. What does she do? She squats on her haunches and merrily scrapes frosting off the floor and eats it, in the buff. I have a couple of great pictures of her wearing nothing but chocolate all over her face, devouring cake off the floor with a glint in her eye.