After a wicked busy day for me and a wicked napping day for Oscar, he displayed his smug face from the back of the loveseat. He’s smug because he got some steak bits as I was making dinner.
“Mmmmmm, beef WAS for dinner.”
He’s now passed out on the back of the couch with his big brother, who also got a little steak. Everybody gets some steak on broccoli beef night, and we’re all equally smug.