Over the past 7 months, Josh has begun to enjoy what he likes to refer to as “Peace & Quiet Time”. No it isn’t what you think. P&QT is where he wakes up before anyone else, comes down stairs and watches TV. The only quiet that there is in this scenario is from everyone else.

Generally, we don’t mind this as he just turns on some of “his shows”. Although occasionally, he does some interesting things. For example, we have learned to leave all the movies locked up – Josh has a tendency that if the cabinet is unlocked he will watch at least one. While he knows how to do it, it tends to ruin DVDs or Blu-Ray discs.

Sometimes he helps himself to what is in the fridge. Having recently figured out how to use the microwave, nothing is safe. The only problem is he isn’t as well versed in the concept of “microwave safe”.

This morning ranks up there pretty high on the frustration list. We woke up and put on Toy Story 2 in our room for them to watch. About 2/3 of the way through, Josh decided that downstairs would be a more liberating place for him so he snuck out. We assumed he was just watching one of his shows. Unbeknownst to us, Josh was having a good time alone.

When we came down we found that he had gone in the garage, taken a few boxes off the deep freeze, moved a chair over to it & gotten out two Nestle Drumsticks for breakfast (of course Ava didn’t want to be left out). Both the door to the garage and the freezer were both left open.

Josh was at least smart enough to devour his, because when we got down stairs, all he had left was a big smile of chocolate on his face. Ava on the other hand, was just getting started. I tried to take hers away, but it became apparent that this was going to cause new problems… so I helped he eat it. Hey, I was upset but not stupid.

While Ava was eating her cone, I sent Josh upstairs to get cleaned up and dressed. Apparently, the peanuts, chocolate, ice cream and cone had a dizzying & numbing affect on me because I didn’t think what would happen if I sent him up alone to get cleaned up.

When I finally came to my senses, I walked into their bathroom and the sink was full of water and there were enough soap bubbles on top of the sink to fill the tub. After he finally came down clean & dressed, he gave me his little smile and said “Look daddy, I got dressed”.

Really, the real problem through out this whole process was trying not to laugh. Sometimes it is difficult to pretending to be upset. Being a parent requires a great deal of self control so that kids don’t know how funny they really are.

Epilogue: It wasn’t 15 minutes later before Josh was scouting the kitchen for something to eat. Apparently, Drumsticks aren’t as filling as they appear.