Misty Cato
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So I run upstairs to change leaving my 3 year old downstairs watching TV. When I come down, I catch him hurriedly shoving something under the chair cushion and rushing to swallow whatever was in his month. He knows he is suppose to ask before getting any food. I march over to the chair to uncover the plundered food. Did he help himself to the marshmallows? Discover my chocolate stash? Fish crackers? No - he had taken a bag of raw broccoli and a box of cherry tomatoes from the fridge and was going to town. Apparently my son can make better food choices than me 