A face like this must mean mischief, right?
In this case it sure did. It was the smile of conquest. A dare-devil climb that had led to the ultimate prize for a sweet-toothed, quite adventurous, little 17 month old boy-- Mom's basket of peaches.
He savored his prize-- the whole basketful!
Then, he left this in his wake...
And much to his father's chagrin, he also left this: