Gummy Bears.

When J's alarm went off at 5am this morning, he noticed that H's bedroom light was on. Sure enough, H was up playing already.

J also noted that the fridge and snack cupboard were open along with the jar of gummy bears that sits atop the counter.

The lid was replaced. The cupboard and fridge closed and J went about getting ready for work.

Shortly after J got into the shower, H came into bed with me.

Me, not knowing that he's been up for who knows how long.

"Mama, does Evie like gummy bears?" He asked sweetly.

Half asleep I wasn't sure why he'd be asking but I just said I don't know right now.

He laid still next to me besides a random giggle here and there.

This should have been a clue that something was not right.

As soon as we heard E talking in her crib he was ready for her to join us. With J still home I got E and brought her out to eat breakfast, grabbing H some dry cereal so he could watch some cartoons while I took a shower and got ready for the day.

I was about to walk into the bathroom and then noticed that his bowl that had had Fruity Cheerios was now full of gummy bears.

"Where did these come from?" I asked knowing that J was in the kitchen with E so there was no way he would have given them to him.

"I just had them." He told me. I took them away and dumping them in a bowl and told him that he needs to ask first.

Shortly after my shower and H's cartoon time, J left for work and H sat at the kitchen table refusing to eat breakfast.

"I'm not hungry." He whined. Repeatedly.

I finally allowed him to be finished with the understanding that he would not have any snacks or anything to eat until lunch.

He was supposed to be getting dressed when I walked into the living room and found him sprawled on the couch with one leg out of his footy superhero pajamas.

And in the foot part of the pajamas he had gummy bears. A million gummy bears.

He was throwing them into his mouth as quick as he could before I could take them.

I was fuming.

Now we've had this jar of gummies for a couple months now on the counter. It has not been a problem. Until now.

"Do you have anymore?" I asked as I filled the bowl.

"No." He said.

I looked at him and told him that if he had more and wasn't telling me that he would be in trouble but if he has more and just tells me I won't be mad.

"I don't have anymore." He said.

And silly old me, I believed him.

Because about 10 minutes later when he was supposedly getting dressed for real, I caught him eating the gummy bears out of the other foot of his footy pajamas!

Ahh!

It's funny now. It is.

His idea to hide gummy bears in the feet of his pajamas is pretty inventive and brilliant. Though also disgusting.

But he was still in trouble.

And that jar of gummy bears. It may be relocating if we don't get a handle on this.

Finally, just so you know. He had no snacks all morning. And survived.

He just ate lunch.

Like a champ.