I am often asked which twin is the better eater, the better sleeper, the calmest, the messiest, the cuddliest, the moodiest, the happiest etc. And really, the answer is that they take turns. The other day it was Coleman's turn to be messy. He seems to think he needs to stick his fingers in his mouth between every bite, leading to food fling-age and difficulty swallowing.
It reminds me of this classic scene from The Great Race:
Lest you think Will always emerges from meal time in such a clean fashion, let me assure you he does not. Even The Great Leslie couldn't do it.