Things That Happen When You're Blogging Instead of Supervising

Squiggy Magoo (2.5) just came to me with a chocolate-rimmed mouth, big smile on his face, saying, "Mommy, we got candy! Come look!"

So I followed his gleeful little run out to the living room, where he showed me a ripped open bag of chocolate chips partially hidden on the lower shelf of an end table. Great.

(I wonder how many weeks/months until he learns to not tell mommy about the candy stash?!)