The apple doesn't fall far from the tree...

So there is a story about me and as I remember it goes this way...

One night when I was about two, my mom woke up and heard something in the kitchen. It was a bag rustling. She was sure that mice had gotten into something so she went into the kitchen to investigate. That is where she found me, eating a bag of chips that I managed to forage for myself in the dead of the night!

Fast forward....

I had bought chips for the Blue and Gold Banquet. The kids were salivating over them, especially the Cheetos Corn Puffs. They were sitting out in the kitchen because I didn't have the space to store them away before the big dinner. Two days before the banquet I am very busy shredding pork and all that business, when Grace brings me the bag of Cheetos and asks to have some. I logically explain that these chips belong to the cub scouts and we can't eat them. Then I turn back to my work. Next thing I know she has commandeered some scissors and cut the bag open and is now enjoying a cheesy snack! Guess I owe the scouts a snack.



What two year old opens a bag of chips on her own and just starts eating them...Ohhh. At least it wasn't the middle of the night?