All morning Bennett kept getting into the fridge and bringing me a pudding. I kept telling him no and would offer him something less disastrous. Well, finally I gave in thinking "it won't be that bad, he won't make that big of a mess." Kind of how I talk myself into going to the store or anywhere with my kids, "It won't be that bad this time, they'll be good." Well, you would think I would learn since it inevitably backfires on me every time. So here he is, happy as can be with his chocolate puddin'.
