it went well...he ate most of it. the rest was either on himself or on the floor.
i was on my hands and knees w/ my tiny brush sweeping up his little area and he was crawling around and getting under the table (which is a big no-no in our house).
so i had a bright idea! why dont i build a blanket fort! we always did that at my house growing up and it was so much fun and easy to build and clean up! i thought for sure he would just love going under it because obviously he LOVES hanging out under things so much...
but he shot me down. :( as soon as i forced him in it w/ me...he crawled right out. and never looked back.
DYSON- please promise me that one day you will appreciate my mad fort making skills. until then...you may continue to plot you're next escape to the outside world when i go out to do the laundry.