Tonight while I was making dinner, Cohen got ahold of the cheese and decided to help himself. I had a choice to make--either get get upset or laugh. I decided to laugh--at least he didn't grab it off the grocery store shelf and take a bite out of it like my older sister used to do when she was his age (she was notorious for doing this so that my mom would have to buy whatever it was she bit). I also decided to take a picture so that I would remember to laugh about it again later.
I sliced off a piece for him to snack on while I finished cooking. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. Go figure!
