I’m really sick of this down syndrome crap where people think that everything I do is super cute and amazing. Well…..It actually is, but not because I have down syndrome. I’m just all that and a bag of Cheetos. For those uneducated folks: Let me enlighten you.

Yes. I can feed myself with utensils, but I also like to pick food up with my hands. Before you judge my mess: I’m two and it’s frickin’ pasta, which is the equivalent of your ribs or sloppy joes. And the hand thing? My significantly older brother still eats pancakes with his hands. It’s called bad table manners, not a disability trait. Well….I do have my suspicions about him.

Okay. Now this is amazing. I must admit, most adults can’t balance their cups upside down with no hands. This is due to my “destined for greatness” chromosome.

See me feeding the dog? Yes, I know the difference between feeding the floor and feeding my pet. Crazy right??!! You should see the floor beneath my siblings after they eat something. Yucky!

Look at what I did here. I took my own bib off after I was done eating. Oooooooooo……….Ahhhhhhhhhh

And for the finale: I will take my bib and use it as a mask. Why? Because I can, I’m two-years-old and I have an imagination.