Say "Cheese"

A half hour before dinner, Jay decided that he was starving and needed some cheese. I told him no because I didn't want him to spoil his appetite. He whined and begged a little, then seemed to realize I wasn't going to give in.

As dinner cooked, I went upstairs to check on Cole. After a few minutes, I realized it was very quiet downstairs. Too quiet.

I quickly returned downstairs. Jay was no where to be found. I called his name a few times, then heard a rustling from behind our big chair and a half.

I tiptoed to the chair and peered over the back. There was Jay with a fork and a previously unopened bag of shredded cheddar. He had stabbed the plastic bag until he made a hole in it and was gorging on handfuls of cheese.

The sheepish, yet devilish look he gave me was priceless! I couldn't help but laugh. Nothing gets between Jay and his food!He apparently was quite pleased with the fork trick because soon after he attacked an unopened box of Corn Pops. He was not happy when I caught him before he got through the inner bag.