Yesterday, I fell into bed at the late hour of 10:00, AM. I was tired out from a lousy night sleep and a busy family. I let Scott play on the computer, had Andrew watch him, and snuck off. When I awoke, I snuck into the bathroom for a shower before my kids noticed and waylayed me for another hour or two. It was very quiet out "there" and I thought to myself what good boys I have. I think it flitted through my brain that quiet kids need to be checked on, you know, just in case they are REALLY entertaining themselves. But I pushed the thought aside and assumed the best.
When I got out, I opened my door to see Andrew coming to visit me. He smiled up at me and I got my first glimpse at the blueish-green ring around his mouth. Uh oh, and I followed him into the kitchen.
This is what I found:
Andrew had gotten the cereal out, dumped every last bit of it onto the table and rid it of every single one of its marshmallows. We don't always have marshmallowed cereal for our kids and apparently it was just too much temptation for Andrew to resist. What a rascal!
Guess what Andrew will be eating in church for the next month? Marshmallow-less cereal.