The other day, Joe was sporting his "I'm-naked-so-I-don't-have-to-bother-pulling-down-my-pants-to-go-potty" outfit and decided to get himself a yogurt to eat. I heard drawers opening, shuffling around and then the fridge door open. When I came in the kitchen, I found Joe looking like this:
His explanation for this scene:
"yogurt-want-more. COLD! brrrrrrrrr (shaking his whole body)! this better."
Just another day in paradise.