Chocoholism begins young

In the wee hours of the morning I caught a glimpse of Cade hovering over my face -- perhaps to see if I was asleep? I patted his head and slurred in half-sleep mumblings, "Go back to sleep, Cade, it's too early....." My head hit the pillow and I was about to go back to sleep when I thought better of it. I knew I should make sure that he went back to his room. I stumbled out of bed and noticed the kitchen light was on. It was 4:20 in the morning. Hmmmmm. I crept to the living room and heard some banging around in the bathroom. Then Cade appeared in the kitchen, carrying his stool. He set it down, opened the fridge door, then scooted the stool next to it. Amused, I stifled a giggle and watched him pull a half-full container of frosting off the shelf of the fridge. I waited until he had pulled the lid off the container and was ready to scoop frosting into his finger before I whispered. "Cade, what are you doing buddy?"

The deer caught in headlights promptly closed the lid on the frosting and replied,
"I was just putting the frosting away,"

Riiiiight.