david thinks it's absurd that we buy treats and i immediately forget about them. out of sight, out of mind. remember our trip to the chocolate exhibit, and godiva store? all that chocolate ended up on david's dresser, which i forgot about.
pace apparently didn't. it was quiet monday morning after i finished doing the breakfast dishes. and all moms know...if it's quiet, it's worth investigating! i found pace upstairs, chocolate smeared. "i was hungry for chocolate!" pace grinned. this little problem solver had pulled a box of diapers from his closet into our room, opened the godiva boxes, pulled out probably his weight in truffles, and had a treat...little stinker!
that works for mr. independence most of the time. another morning i came down to pace yelling for me to help him, that he was stuck and couldn't get down. i followed his voice to find him INSIDE the fridge--he wanted a carrot, but couldn't figure out how to get down once he had gotten in...
as i'm writing this, i am hearing noises in the kitchen...i just yelled, "pace, what's going on?" he replied, "mom, leave me alone!" ha ha. i think there are definitely some treats involved there...
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Definitely more genetics going on.
When 3 or so I climbed to the top of the piano to get some hard candy Nanie had in a clear, glass jar.
I fell, hitting my head on the vacuum cleaner, and got three stitches.
I'd have climbed higher for chocolate. The kid's got it right.
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