Red Handed

When your two and a half year old goes downstairs by himself, and is then very, very quiet for a while, be afraid. Be very afraid.

Because when you go downstairs to see what he is up to, you might just find this: a very guilty looking boy covered in powdered sugar and crumbs who has pushed his chair over to the counter, opened the cookie box and emptied it into his tummy.

If you’re a blogger, you might have your camera on your kitchen island and thus be able to snap a picture of the red hand in question.

After some deliberation, I concluded that Jack probably ate about NINE cookies. And yes, he was pinging off the walls for HOURS thereafter. When I told Jack it was wrong of him to eat all of those cookies he said, “But it’s Kiss-miss time and I was hongry.”

It is Christmas time, and we have certainly been consuming way more than our fair share of sugar around here. I think we might have to go on some kind of detox after Hannah’s birthday next week!

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