Don't get me wrong.
I love Seth. I love doing stuff with Seth. I love healthy snacks for Seth.
But I was not in the mood to make fresh squeezed OJ just now. But.....
He saw the show, then saw the oranges on the kitchen island, and....now my counters are a mess, and the puncture wound from the paring knife is burning like a thousand suns.
But at least he's a happy (albeit sticky) boy: