Henry has been asserting a desire for more independence lately and has taken to playing in his room instead of participating in the daily ritual of rendering the living room uninhabitable. Works for me but occasionally it does push the envelope a bit to let him out of sight, unsupervised, even if it is in the next room.
The other day he wandered out from his room past the living room and I caught sight of him chewing. It clicked that there was no recent snacktime or mealtime so this chewing should naturally be viewed with suspicion.
Mama: Henry, what are you eating?
Henry: Nuffin'
Mama (not fooled): WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH??
Henry: Cracker
(Dada brought home a package of Combos that Henry immediately ripped into so I assumed that was what he meant by "cracker." Still thought it wise to verify that assumption though).
Mama: Are you eating the little cheese-filled crackers that Dada left on the counter?
Henry: Nope! I'm eating the cracker I found in my toybox! It was a circle cracker an' it was broke in half!!
PLEASE be half a Ritz cracker.
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