Snack time

On one of the more gorgeous days, I left the porch door open to air out the apartment.

Oliver asked for a snack. An apple, perhaps? I peeled and cut it for him, and handed him the bowl.

I then heard lots of furniture being moved out on the porch, so I went to check...

What an independent little guy, setting up his own table!

Oliver just wanted a good view of the cars passing by while having his snack!