So way back in July, we took Cason to see Wall-e, in Houston. When we took him, we bought a ginormo box of Reese's pieces. And then he promptly fell asleep 5 minutes into the movie. I'm sorry, is this boring? Anyway, for some reason the reese's pieces never got eaten. And then for some other reason, we brought them on the eight hour trip home with us. And then for some other reason, they have been sitting on the bottom shelf of our pantry since then.

I actually didn't know they were there. I couldn't see them.

And that's where the reese's have stayed, waiting, hoping wishing for someone to realize they were there, pick them up and indulge in that choclatey-peanut buttery goodness...albeit two months old.

Stick with me, I have a point coming here.

Yesterday, Cason walks out of the kitchen eating the reese's. Normally, it wouldn't have bothered me if it was just a few. But it was a HUGE box, and trust me, he would have eaten the whole thing. So I grabbed them away from him and threw them in the trashcan in the pantry. End of story. Or so I thought.

About 15 minutes later I thought to myself, "Where is Cason? I haven' t seen him for awhile." I start walking around the house looking for him, calling his name. I open up the pantry door, and there he is, sitting by the trashcan, in the total darkness, eating the reese's pieces.

That was a really long way of telling you that I found my kid hiding and eating reese's pieces. But seriously, is it any wonder he calls the letter K, "the letter cake"?