Stealthy

Matt is my active child. He's loud, he's honest, and you know exactly what he's up to (even if he's up to no good).

Nolan, on the other hand, is stealthy. The boy can slip away and decimate an entire room without making a sound. He can empty a container of lotion and refill it with bubble solution in less than five minutes, and return to his regular activities by the time I return from the laundry room. The boy has a gift.

Unfortunately, the boy also has a sweet tooth. He can spot a container of sugar from a mile away, and will begin working on his tactical plan to obtain that sugar in silence. Every day, for the past week, I have found the boy doing this:




No matter how well guarded I think the kitchen is, he manages to find the exact five minutes I happen to be occupied to sneak into the kitchen. No matter where I hide the sugar container, he manages to find it. And the lure of the sugar is far greater than any disciplinary measures I've been able to devise.

I have now hidden the sugar in the refrigerator, behind the broccoli. I'm sure I'll forget where I've hidden it by tomorrow morning, when I need it for my coffee.

If you ever meet someone who stores sugar with the broccoli, they might be going insane. Then again, they might have a very stealthy two year old with a stubborn streak. Same difference.