"Mama, You Will Be Mad"

For months and months throughout the entire winter the boys were sleeping until 8:00 or even 9:00 a.m. But for the past two weeks a disturbing trend has begun in our home: They have both been waking up around 6:30 a.m. Braydon and I had been seriously spoiled by the late-sleeping. This morning 6:30 felt waaaay too early. Kyle crawled into bed with us but Owen was already ready to start the day and wanted nothing to do with morning cuddles. We heard him go downstairs and thought, "Well, let's just see what happens. Maybe he will just play by himself down there." Of course in our hearts of hearts, Braydon and I both knew better. Truthfully, I'd never let Kyle go down there by himself. I know better... based on prior experience. Kyle is 100% untrustworthy. But Owen is perhaps slightly more trustworthy, and in my mind I thought, "Let's just take the risk and see what happens. We won't let it go long." It was quiet down there (a bad, bad, bad sign). At about 6:34, Braydon got out of bed and said, "I better go down there." Before he could get out of our bedroom, however, Owen appeared. Braydon said, "Hey buddy! What were you doing down there?" Owen responded cheerfully, "Hi Papi! I was making ICE CREAM!!" In my own mind I thought, "Oh good Lord!!!!!!!" Then Owen came over toward the bed, looked up at me, and told me: "Mommy, I was making ice cream down there." "Oh, you were??" I said, skeptically. "Yes!" said Owen. And then, quite calmly and matter-of-factly, Owen looked me right in the eyes and said, "Mama, you will be mad." I immediately told Braydon to get down there ASAP and assess the damage. Turns out Owen had taken a container of ice cream out of the freezer, managed to get a bowl out of the upper cabinet (I have no idea how he reached that), and a [very large] spoon out of the drawer, and had found the jimmies/sprinkles. Braydon and Owen quickly re-appeared upstairs. Braydon was trying hard not to laugh. "I left it for you to see," he told me. When I got down there I had to take a picture. Owen watched as I snapped the shot. "You are not mad?" he asked. "No," I said. "But do not do that again." "O.k. Mama!" he said. And he proceeded to chow down on some sprinkles.