We have a monster...

There is a monster loose in our house... There must be, because what else would sneak into the kitchen at 4 am and tear up boxes of cereal like this?

This morning at the ungodly hour of four thirty am, a wide awake little boy came into my bedroom to tell me he was sticky. What? Sticky? How could a sleeping two year get sticky?

When I pulled my half asleep body out of bed to investigate I figured it out.

The lights were on in the kitchen and the playroom and the television was on static. There were torn open boxes of cereal on the floor. On the table was a bag of candy that had been half finished and there were candy wrappers and half eaten tootsie rolls all over the table. and on the floor.

I guess Owen decided that 4 am is a good time to get up and rule the castle all on his own for a little while....

One thing about Owen that you have to love though- even when he rules, he eats his candy at the table, and he comes and wakes mommy up to wash his hands.