Emmy, I've got this great mental image of you running around your house, holding pork chops over your head, being chased by a screaming toddler. :
I didn't have to run, but his short little legs were truckin' trying to catch up with me. He was screaming a slew of baby obscenities.
Poor thing was SO happy to have gotten them off the counter, too....I knew he had done it when I heard the victory squeal.