My boy

For some reason, he thinks he is invincible and that he can do anything that he wants to. Today Nathan was in the kitchen making some noises. Not a big deal. Usually he plays in the cabinets so I ignored him for a while. After not hearing the traditional banging of pots and pans, I decided I should investigate. When I walked into the kitchen, I found Nathan sitting at the table, tangerine in hand, wiping some rind off of his tongue. Apparently he had gotten one out of the bowl in the middle of the table and decided he wanted to eat it.