Spring is in the air

Yesterday we went to the grocery store and bought a lot of snack food. We don't usually have any snack foods around, aside from Triscuits, but it was a fine spring day and that seemed to justify it.
When we were checking out the cashier asked "How old is your little helper?" but I assumed he said, "Do you want help out?" so I said "No thanks." Then he said it again, and Eric said, "He's good." Weird, but okay. Then he said it Again!, and we finally understood he what he was asking and replied appropriately.
We were only buying snack food because of the nice weather, it's not our fault we're both deaf.
Here is the little helper in the kitchen:

He hasn't smacked himself in the face with the spoon yet! He smacks his other hand with it, in a very meaningful way.

He is also learning about petting Pocky.