Goofy, But Cute.

When I got up this morning, in bed with me was My Honey, Sassy and The Bandit, and Roscoe (aka The Idiot Dog). No wonder my back hurts. I unwedged my arm to reach over to shut off the alarm and heard a distinctive crackling noise. I found an unopened granola bar in my bed. I knew where it came from.  The Bandit does this a lot; he gets out of bed in the middle of the night and brings snacks back to bed. Usually, my bed. I snorted with annoyance and took the granola bar with me when I left the room.

I was in the shower when My Honey woke up the kids. With his eyes still closed, The Bandit felt around the sheets near where he was sleeping, and asked in a groggy voice, “Where’s my granola bar?”

Of course, My Honey had no idea what he was talking about.

The Bandit insisted that he had a granola bar.

My Honey asked him, “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming about granola bars?”

The Bandit replied, “I don’t think so.”  I just love how he wasn’t 100% sure.

It’s the strangest habit. When he’s going to spend an overnight at either grandma’s house, I always have to check his backpack. It’s usually loaded with food instead of toys. He is insistent that he might need a snack while he’s there. I assure you that neither of his grandmothers starve the children when they visit. In fact, they always get blueberry pancakes from the grandmas. My Honey and I find that suspicious since we never got those from our mothers. Anyway, the boy always acts like we’re taking him off to prison camp or a survival trek in the rain forest the way he sneaks food.