Sneaking Sundaes

Taten disappeared the other night, into the kitchen. We listened carefully - on alert for impending disaster. We heard a kitchen drawer open and silverware being handled. Next noise was the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing.

He arrived in the living room and settled in with his ice cream and spoon.

After a couple of bites he stopped to see that we were watching. Being the strict disciplinarian that I am, I was hiding behind the pillow to keep Tate from seeing me giggling at his actions.

Our presence didn't seem to deter his desire for dessert.

And for the record, Papa isn't much better at keeping Taten in line... He asked how the ice cream tasted and got a big "thumbs up"!