Dinner is served...

I don't claim to be the best cook in the world, but I do make sure that my babies have nutritious and (what I consider to be) yummy meals. But it appears that Holden was not a fan of what I made for dinner tonight. As I was putting dinner on the table, Holden walked over to the fridge, pulled out his salami, his bread and his mayo and brought them both back to the table. He may not have used words to communicate with me, but his message was loud and clear. He was NOT eating what I cooked for dinner tonight. So, he thoroughly enjoyed his deconstructed salami and tomato sandwich!