He's moving on...

A few weeks ago, John Abraham demolished a bag of cookies on the sly.  Yesterday, it was pizza.  We had leftovers in the fridge.  I'm pretty sure the box had four pieces inside.  You can see by the photo below what remained after the raid. 

Seriously!  I feed the kid, scouts honor!  I don't understand why he feels compelled to sneak into the kitchen the minute I am distracted and stuff himself with whatever he can get his grubby little hands on.  I couldn't even begin to pretend to be upset with him though.  Its not like I needed the pizza, so he actually did me a favor.  I did make him stand against the wall for a photo of shame.  Pretty soon I'll have a collection!

I love my boy.