its 12:01 am and i hear a familiar sound in the house.
quiet footsteps down the stairs.
the little squeak of the pantry door.
the sound of the cupboard door opening.
the light of the fridge fills the kitchen.
the clink of a glass being set on the counter.
the sound of plastic being pulled back.
is this a hunger burglar?
no, its nathan having his midnight snack in the dark kitchen!
our 'tall bag of bones' has a little sweet tooth after all!
this is a nightly routine that allows me the joy of having to wake nathan twice every morning!
now i know where all the extra oreos were disappearing too.
ps. this only happens when vanilla oreos fill the pantry.
not chocolate oreos.
not double stuffed oreos.
not birthday party oreos.
just plain old vanilla!
