Chocolate-stained shirt + sugar crash = BEST SNACK EVER.
Unfortunately, Piper ignored Nana as she imploringly asked Piper not to tell her father that they enjoyed a cup of ice cream. At 4:30 in the afternoon… <<ahem>>. I do believe that the leftovers on her shirt are a dead giveaway.
And Nana, being the ever therapy-minded person she is, decided that Piper could work on her spoon-feeding skills.
However, I, being the person who had Piper on my lap (in my white sweater, nonetheless) was slightly less enthused about the opportunity to practice our fine motor skills.
Can you guess who won???