Yesterday, I was photoshopping out the addresses and license plates on the pictures in the latest Adventures installment when the boys woke up from their nap. I took off their sleep sacks, carried them downstairs, gave them a snack, and then rushed back upstairs to finish off my post. A couple minutes later I asked Fluffy to go check on them.
Fluffy: They’re getting into the cabinet and getting out all sorts of food! There’s food everywhere in the family room!
I don’t know exactly how they had reached up into the top shelf of the vice cabinet, but they’d found the no-no stash. From my calculations, they’d stuffed themselves with 3.5 donuts. The dismembered remains of the other 0.5 donut were strewn about the carpet. Also amid the wreckage were Oreos, chocolate milk, and the miniature candy canes we keep on hand for peppermint brownie purposes. The empty donut box had been stuffed with mini candy canes as was a glass of water now turned a pepperminty pink.
What I wouldn’t give for video footage of their naughty delight at hitting the mother lode of forbidden fruits. They didn’t have a lot of time, so I know they must have attacked those donuts with the fervor and dedication of the fanatical and half-starved. I can picture it pretty well, because I have caught them getting into the sugar cereal on the bottom shelf of this cabinet before. As I crossed the room to enforce my injunction to “Get out of there!”, rather than running away in terror at being caught (as Fluffy would have done at their age), they both started cramming handfuls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch into their squirrely cheeks apace.
Naughty, naughty, (hilarious) little larcenists!
And yes, in case you are wondering, their sugar gorgy made them both sick. Peppers who is generally quite athletic could barely walk when we went for our constitutional after dinner and asked to be carried most of the way.