I was getting the kids ready for bed the other day, and my attention was on the Pooklet. After dumping him into the bathtub, I went looking for his little sister to ensure she wasn’t up to any trouble. I headed to the kitchen area, and heard the sound of the pantry door and a plastic bag. By the time I got to the pantry, there was no trace of her so I swiveled around, tuning in to the sound of padding feet, just in time to catch a glimpse of her little head walking back toward the hallway. I hurried after her and caught up to her heading back to the bedroom/bath area. She was holding a pretzel in each hand, contentedly munching on one of them. I grabbed them from her, admonishing her above her ability to reason for taking food without asking.
Still, it was the funniest thing to me that she just went and helped herself to a snack when the whim struck.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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