Fess Up Friday

When I'm home by myself I usually keep such good watch over my children never letting them slip out of my eyesight. (Can you catch my sarcasm there?) Foster Dad was home one day, so I wasn't in tune to what my kids were doing, or where they were, assuming that Foster Dad was watching them. Then Foster Dad says, "Honey, I don't know where Foster Child 3 is. I haven't seen him in like 5 minutes." And just prior to Foster Dad saying this, I do recall him calling out to Foster Child 3, but to no avail. So we both start calling out to Foster Child 3 and I rush upstairs to look for him. No Foster Child 3. As I come down the stairs I can see that the pantry light is on between the stair treads. Right away, I go to the pantry, open the door and see Foster Child 3 stuffing his face with Trader Joe's Yogurt Star cookies.

And of course, before we disciplined him for not answering us, I had to grab the camera and take a picture!