This morning I was putting on makeup and getting ready for the day all alone in my bathroom. A rare occurrence. Annie was still sleeping, and the boys were being blissfully quiet. I was so grateful to have a few minutes to myself. And then it hit me. Quiet like that should inspire fear, not happiness. I found Ty playing nicely by himself, not surprisingly. And then I found McKay in the kitchen, with a chair pushed up to the counter, like this:
I asked him what he thought he was doing. "I wanted a chocolate-chip cookie," was his response. Apparently those shiny spice jars were just too tempting and waylaid him on his way to the cookies. In one way, I was thankful. He would have been in trouble for eating a cookie at 8:30 AM! On the other hand, the cookie probably wouldn't have created quite the mess his spicy concoction did.
Perhaps he knew that my blog posts have been Ty- and Annie-heavy lately? That he needed to pull a stunt like this to get face time on the blog? Then again, this is just typical McKay. And I love him for it.