Yesterday, I fed the boys breakfast and then went into the other room to feed the baby (I put the breakfast part in because they rarely get breakfast first thing and will fend for themselves until I get a chance, but I was feeling particularly proud that I accomplished that task so early). I returned and found a partially eaten cookie on the table. I thought to myself, "I don't mind me a good cookie in the morning, I think I'll have one too." I opened the cupboard and to my surprise there were no cookies. I baked them just the day before so I was sure they were somewhere. I began searching the kitchen. Eventually, I found the ziploc bag with only crumbs. I summoned Caleb and asked him where over a dozen cookies had disappeared to in 30 minutes. Innocently he answered, "I ate them!"
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ha ha cute!
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