Smashing Crabs

Last night we went out for crabs and Hughie discovered a new love - smashing crabs with a large, wooden mallet. As soon as we sat down he said, "SMASH CRABS!" and picked up the cracker. He then waited patiently for me to get the claw ready for smashing and then would smash the crap out of it. And while he was smashing it, he would be looking around the table like, "am I really allowed to do this? FREAKING AWESOME!" I also gave him his frist taste of crab (while watching for signs that his throat was swelling shut, epi pen in hand) and he loved it. Georgia still refuses to even try it.