This morning I was working away downstairs when Isaac woke up. He walked out of his room and announced “I COMING.” It took him a few minutes, but he eventually made it down the first flight of stairs to where I could see him. “Wake Up.”
“Good Morning Isaac! Did you just wake up?”
“Yes. Eat eat.”
And he wanders into the kitchen.
A few minutes later there is ruckous in the kitchen. The dogs and Isaac are up to something in the pantry. I get to a stopping place and head upstairs (I can see them from my spot, so I’m not overly concerned about what is going on) and this is what I find:
Was I mad? No. I actually wondered later in the day why I wasn’t upset. I mean, it was a WHOLE box of Cheerios, I’d just opened it the day before. But I could only smile and laugh. Isaac and I cleaned up the mess together and I gave him some of my Cheerios (Touch of Cinnamon) for breakfast instead, but he didn’t like them as much as his (Multigrain).
Now, had it been a pile of chocolate pudding, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have taken it so well. 🙂