What's the problem?

As I sat getting some work done, I thought to myself, "Jeb is being much too quiet." I jumped up from the computer and found him sitting in the middle of the bar. Apparently, he had scaled the barstool, climbed on up, and was just sitting there being as quiet as he could in an effort to remain undetected. Of course I run back for my camera, and when he sees me coming with my angry expression, this is the face his gives me--like, "What? What's your problem? Isn't this ok?"

Oh, my boy child....