Breakfast of Champions

Poke, poke, poke. It was 6 am and I woke up to little fingers poking me and an adorable little 4 year old face staring right at me. What made this face even cuter was a large dark circle around his mouth, under his nose and down to his chin and smeared all over the fingers that were poking me. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that Coby had obviously made himself breakfast.

What could it be? It was the breakfast of champions of course, the ice cream sandwich. I sat up and asked him, “Coby, did you eat an ice cream sandwich this morning?” Coby, “No Mom, I promise I didn’t.” Me, “Lets go in the kitchen and see what is going on in there.”

I walk into the kitchen to search for evidence. It was not hard to find. Here were my clues:
1. Freezer door wide open
2. Chair pulled up to the fridge, so that someone who is not that tall can reach the freezer.
3. Box of ice cream sandwiches sitting on the counter.
4. Three empty wrappers stuck to the counter that looked like they had been quickly devoured.

Me, “Coby, let me ask you again, are you sure you didn’t eat an ice cream sandwich for breakfast?” Coby, “Mom, I promise it wasn’t me.” I took him through each step of the evidence asking him how he thought the door got open and why the wrappers were empty. Finally Coby says, “Okay Mom, it was me. I ate the ice cream sandwiches. I can’t believe you figured it out!”