So every time I turn around lately it seems my sister is eating. For someone so tiny she eats so very frequently. Lucky!

I also started to take note that said eating was very very messy.

Now occasionally this messiness would end up on the floor (score!), but most of the time mom whisked it away before I could get so much as a lick. And more often than not it was the icky stuff anyway (you know, the vegetables).

As the weeks passed I decided to take matters into my own paws.

But I guess they call them high chairs for a reason! And I wasn’t really getting that much closer to my end goal.

But then one day, as luck would have it, I noticed a tiny little hand peeking down from the high chair.

My sister was sharing. IT. WAS. GLORIOUS.

Baby P, I love you more everyday. xoxo, your best pal and big brother Ammo.