White pepper and peanut butter….
As I am writing this, my 2 1/2 year old is bouncing around the house like a hopped up junkie. Great way to start the day!
I
got up this morning and realized that both boys were still quiet and
still asleep, Michelle hasn't been sleeping well, so I decided to get
up and get ready quietly. After my shower, I quietly got dressed and
opened our bedroom door.
As soon as I did – my stomach dropped. Cameron's room was wide open and no one was there. Dead silence. Not good.
I
woke and told Mic then started to head towards Nate's room listening
for a boy about to get into trouble. Nothing. Nate is quiet. So, I
started heading downstairs.
This is when thoughts of kidnapping, children wandering the streets at three in the morning, and —- OH MY!!! MY LAPTOP!!!
I passed the livingroom – the most inoccuous room he could be left
alone in – empty. Drat. Looking into the dining room, I see he has
set up his little chair and table like a tea party. Awwww. That's
cute….. still may have to kill him. He's been here, though – and he
is quiet now.
Quick look into my office saved his life – no damage. Laptop fine, all things good. Now – to find him.
Heading into the kitchen I didn't see him at first. The lower
cupboard was open (which opens right to the floor) and is half-hidden
by the kitchen island. I was beginning to think he may be in the
basement – a place not in the least bit kid-proofed. As I rounded the
island, however, I discovered the quivering, vibrating body of a child
on a major sugar rush.
"What are you doing?" I asked in my most stern of parent's voice.
"White pepper and peanut butter."
Oh, boy. Don't laugh – he's in crap. I brought him upstairs,
stripped the glazed clothes off his back and changed him. All the
while, attempting to admonish his actions. Now Michelle and I are
trying to figure out how to attach a bell to his door so we can hear
him leaving.
I still like my chain idea….
EDIT: My wife pointed out I never explained it properly – "white pepper" is sugar to Cameron.