Got Milk?

So I go to cast my vote, my seemingly useless vote, and while I am there, the baby spends his time charming all the little old lady polling place volunteers. One of them asks if she can give him a cookie, and I think, "Sure, one little cookie will be no problem, right?" Then she pulls out the big, black Oreo goodness, and I start doing a quick mental check: How many baby wipes do I have, and how many will it take to make him look semi-normal again?


Apparently, Oreos equal baby bliss.

And it only took two baby wipes to clean most of it off his hands and cute face. How I love that boy.