CALL OF THE CINNAMON ROLL

Kristen made cinnamon rolls yesterday for a friends' birthday. She of course made a truckload, so there were plenty left over at our house. Blane and Tobin got in on the action and indulged in a few last night.

I guess Tobin found something new that he likes...

He came into our room early this morning and slept another hour or so. He went from asleep to awake in about 2.5 seconds. At that point, he slid himself off our bed and wandered out into the house. A few minutes later I heard something that didn't sound right, so I went to see what the monster was getting into.

I found Tobin up on the barstool chairs, grabbing for one of the cinnamon rolls in a pan on the counter there. He had a giant smile on his face.

...

Flash forward about 5 minutes and I'm back in bed, and Tobin's happily munching a roll. He comes over to my bedside and deposits a small, sugar and cinnamon free piece of roll in my bed. I told him that doesn't go in my bed. So he picked it up, walks about 5 feet away, and faces me. He squats down, lets the roll fall out of his hand on the floor, gives me a big wicked grin, stands back up and walks out of the room. What a little conniving child he is.