The Jig is Up

Every school morning (lately) Ben climbs into my bed and asks for a granola bar for breakfast. This is convenient for me because I don't have to prepare anything, and convenient for him because I let him watch TV in my bed while he eats it and I go get Becca ready. So I thought it was a win-win situation.

Except, while bending down to pick up a stray sock, I just found all those granola bars. Under my bed. With at most two or three bites taken of each.

THE JIG IS UP BEN!!!!