Many mornings I choose to forgo a shower simply because I never know what will happen with my littlest 3 munchkins when they have the house to themselves. However, this morning Little O was still in bed and Curly and Hubba seemed preoccupied with Legos so I decided to go for it. I locked the special 'Hubba lock' we installed on the door (even though he's got it all figured out) and went for the shower.
When I stepped out of the shower I almost immediately noticed something was wrong... it was too quiet. If you've ever been around toddlers then you know that silence = trouble. I called for Hubba and Curly but they would not respond. I checked the doors; all were still locked. At least that was a good sign. Then I walked into the kitchen and saw this:
Those little hooligans had gotten into the chocolate waxy donuts and EATEN EVERY ONE! I opened the box of crumb donuts... one left. Little O, who was now awake, held his chubby hand out to me, gave me a cheesy grin and said, "Me?" I can't resist my Little O, so I handed it over. I sighed. Those boxes were still at least half full! But alas, no donuts left for me. Such is life. I reminded myself that I don't really like those boxed donuts anyway and called for Curly and Hubba again. This time they came bounding up the stairs.
"What, Mom?" Hubba asked innocently, arriving first.
"What happened to my donuts?" I asked. "Did you guys eat them all?"
"Nope," he told me.
Curly came up the stairs behind him. Looking like this:
"Curly, did you eat all the donuts?"
(guilty look) "Nuh-uh."
"Curly, are you telling me the truth? You didn't eat all the donuts?"
(She looks at Hubba, the ring-leader. He shakes his head no.) "Nuh-uh."
"Hubba," I ask, pointing. "What is that on Curly's mouth?"
"Chock-a-lick donuts," he answers me, confidently.
"And you're telling me that you guys didn't eat all the donuts?"
"Nope. We din-it eat them all... there's one crumb donut still. Go look in the box."
I had to turn my back so they wouldn't see me smiling over the pure genius of their devious little plan. And then Hubba had the gall to ask, "Can I have that last donut?"
I am raising rascals.