Monday, March 31, 2008
Speaking of sneaking...
As pre-schoolers go, Boo is something of a culinary marvel. He could survive happily as a vegetarian, particularly if allowed the occasional indulgence of wild salmon. When I roast a head of cauliflower, I have to slow him down to stop him from eating the whole thing. And on more than one occasion, he's consumed an entire pint of blueberries in a single sitting. (He should have some mighty fine brain cells....)
But in addition to his virtues, he's cultivating a serious vice: candy. I've had a can of white icing in the refrigerator ever since the kids used some as mortar to make igloos out of sugar cubes. It was on the highest shelf, tucked out of sight. But when I walked into the kitchen this afternoon, Boo was scampering off the stool, clutching the sticky blue can and a spoon. I gave him an accusatory glance.
With downcast eyes, he stated his case: "I opened the refrigerator, and it just popped out."
But in addition to his virtues, he's cultivating a serious vice: candy. I've had a can of white icing in the refrigerator ever since the kids used some as mortar to make igloos out of sugar cubes. It was on the highest shelf, tucked out of sight. But when I walked into the kitchen this afternoon, Boo was scampering off the stool, clutching the sticky blue can and a spoon. I gave him an accusatory glance.
With downcast eyes, he stated his case: "I opened the refrigerator, and it just popped out."
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