I love how babies don’t even know they’re being ornery. They find food and, by golly, they’re going to eat it. Each time I’ve found Baby Chickadee getting into food that is not hers she does not show shame at the revelation of her crime; no, she goes on happily eating treats that she should not be eating.
First up: Nutter Butters. I let G and Little Missy pick out treats one day for a job well done at riding along to various boring destinations. The whole way they were polite so I rewarded them with a treat of their choice. G left his on the bench when he went to play and Baby Chickadee found them.
Yes, Mommy? Did you want me to ask first?
The other day she was awfully quiet in the corner of the kitchen. Thinking she’d gotten into dog food, I went to investigate. Nope, not dog food, but an equally processed item from a bag. I guess another indicator that she’s a baby genius since she skipped the Puppy Chow and went for the Cheetos?
She eats so daintily her stolen food.
With my condoning exclaims of “Baby Chickadee, what are you doing?” as I smile and take pictures she is not learning that her thievery is wrong. Let this be a warning to all of you who invite us to your house: keep your food locked up or my daughter will find it and eat it.