Hungry, Were We?

I made zucchini bread a few weeks ago. It was, as usual, quite good. So good, in fact, that while I was upstairs folding laundry Reg decided he wanted more. He went downstairs, got a stool and brought it to the kitchen. First he tried to cut it (yikes - I thought the knives were out of his reach!), but couldn't manage that, so he put the knife back in the block. Fingers worked just fine gouging out the top of the loaf. Ted apparently stood there and watched the whole thing, not thinking to comment or stop him, but waiting to report on it after Reg had eaten his fill and gone back to his toys. "Mom! Reg needs his hands wiped..." was the first I knew that anything had occurred.

That kid is too smart for his own good.