Raised in a Barn

Apparently, this boy is...

See, he LOVES opening the refrigerator to scout out food.  {If this is any indication of what is to come, we are in financial trouble when he is a teenager}  I digress.  Anyway, the other day, he kept bringing me carrots while I was getting some ironing done.  He and I snacked on carrots.  I was thrilled that he was eating them.  Plus, I was on a role getting clothes ready for the ENTIRE week.  That is a huge accomplishment for me. 

After I finished up, I hopped into the shower, got dressed, and wondered why in the world it was so quiet.  

I came out of the bedroom to find this...

And then this....

I took a deep breathe, admired his cuteness, and told myself that I will look back on this and laugh one day.  However, my electric bill will come sooner...indicating that I tried cooling my house with the refrigerator door open for about an hour.  This cute sir and I are going to have to have a little talk that he is not raised in a barn.