Last week, I allowed Will and Drew to go downstairs for breakfast a couple of minutes before me as I was finishing with changing Luke. I hadn’t allowed them to do this for awhile, but Will promised they would be obedient and would only play with toys. So, I told him that this would be a test, and they could only go if they would just play with toys. I arrived downstairs to hear Will crying, “Drew, open the drawer.” Will was on his knees in front of the fridge, the door was hanging open, and his hand was caught in the cheese drawer. Drew in the meantime had a hand full of choc. chips. Justice was quickly served since the evidence was overwhelming.