A cream cheese dinner

So this is why he asked me to open the fridge for him. He wanted to sit on the kitchen floor and eat cream cheese straight from the package.

I allowed him to indulge for a bit and then put him in his chair for dinner. He pushed his bowl of pasta away and very politely said, "No thanks. Cream cheese for dinner, please, Mom."

I should mention that this is likely my fault. When I was his age, I did the same thing except with a tub of butter. I know, totally gross.