On Sunday, after conference, JoAnn made a cake (Greg said it was the best cake he'd ever eaten even though it came from a mix and even though I made a from scratch cake every Sunday until he was 18 years old) and I made some frosting for it (maybe that's why Greg liked it so much). I gave Parker a spoon with some frosting on it and put the cake on the island in the kitchen. I went in the other room for a minute and I heard Dustin laughing. He had caught Parker using his spoon to reach up and scoop frosting off of the cake. It took me a while to find the camera; that's why he doesn't have his spoon in his hand. He's not tall enough to see over the pan but he knew what he wanted. Kind of reminds me of Senta's dog Remy who can snatch anything off the counter.