Oysters! My boy loves Oysters.

We've spent a lot of time out at the cabin this summer with Grandma and Poppa.  Each time we go out, we gather fresh oysters from the beach and cook them on the grill.  George loves oysters.  He'll eat a half dozen in a sitting, and more if he can get his hands on them.  This is truly a Northwest child.

He always blows on them to cool them down.

This face is a "quit taking my picture Mom, my oyster is getting cold" face.

Then in it goes!  And then he asks for more.  Good boy, George!