This is an interesting picture: his shirt says "Handsome just like Daddy," yet he's wearing Mom's shoes. With such intense fashion choices, who has time for pants?
Yesterday we spent a lot of time bundled up outside in the newly-freezing weather and Jack worked up a powerful hunger; his bowl is to the left with just tomatoes left. Once he was finished with what was in his bowl he decided life was too short to do things like serve himself an individual portion and went straight for the pot. For those of who might consider it poor parenting not to make him use his own bowl I say: clearly you've never had a two year-old. When he eats, you go with it.