I was happily making a salad for dinner when G and D decided to help. Their very favoritest thing to do is tear the lettuce into small pieces and throw it into the salad spinner. Well, for some reason, (I can't remember what sparked it) D decided that we weren't doing things correctly or to his liking and all of a sudden, he crawled onto the kitchen table and started jumping around, shrieking like a banshee. It was a spectacular show of epic proportions. All I could do was run for the camera and starting snapping pictures.
It was hysterical and horrendous all at the same time.