Here's a little short tale about my little monsters and what they get into.
Today was my second unscheduled day off. At lunch, the kids didn't eat much. They were more interested in playing and goofing off. We told them, "If you don't eat lunch, no snacks. You'll be hungry but nothing to eat until supper." They just deserted lunch and went off to play anyway.
This afternoon, Jeni went out to get some groceries. The kids kept asking for some oranges, some cheese, a cookie, etc. but I just kept saying no and explaining that they didn't eat lunch, so they would just have to wait until supper.
At some point, I went to the latrine (or potty, for you civilians). When I came out, one of their little blue chairs was pushed up against the kitchen island that holds the stove and the cookie jars. I didn't notice (emphasis on notice) anything amiss (because I'm almost like a visitor here. I don't notice all the details), so I took the chair and put it under their little table and carried on.
At supper, Joseph ate lots of baked chicken and most of the rest of his plate. After supper, Jeni said, "Joseph, you ate very good. Would you like a cookie?" Joseph said, "Yes, are the cookies under the TV?" Jeni, "?No, the cookies aren't under the TV." Joseph, "I think the cookies are in the cabinet under the TV." Jeni, "??I don't know what you're talking about. The cookies aren't under the TV. I'll get you a cookie in a minute." We were both thoroughly confused about what he might be talking about, so we went on our way, clearing the table and cleaning the dishes.
Well, moments later, Joseph crawled up into our TV stand cabinet, under the TV, and came out carrying the tupperware box that all their homemade Halloween cookies are stored in. The little stinker had stolen away with it when I was indisposed and he knew exactly where it was, even if he wasn't able to keep the secret.
