I had to work last night, and didn't get home 'til 9 pm. After picking the kids up at my in-laws, I carried them, half asleep, into their beds. I rearranged Quinn's pillow to plop him down and.... TADA! Poptarts! Two of the cherry kind. "You little turkey!" I told him, as I took the poptarts downstairs. As I'm bringing up the next boy, I heard crying from the first. I asked him why he's crying.
"Because Colby has poptarts under HIS pillow, too!!" Sure enough. Two more. Colby was mortified that Quinn would rat him out in this manner. "QUINN!! You're not supposed to tell!!!"
UGH. That was a close call. ALL I need is two 4 year olds on sugar-highs an hour past bed-time!
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