"Guess what..."

Quick note about our weekend at grandma's. Saturday morning I hear Gavin's door open, so I sneak out to get him. (Meanwhile, Graeme is sleeping in my bed, so I can't just leave him.) I look into Gavin's room. Not there. And, what have we all learned about Gavin when he's missing? (Answer: He's usually got food.) So, true to form, as I whisper "Gavin where are you?"... I hear this coming from the kitchen down stairs: "Guess what I'm eating?" -- pause for effect -- "I'm eating cookies!"

So, 5:30am, Gavin has gone straight out of his room, down to the kitchen, opened the cupboard and grabbed a tin of cookies. He says he ate two before I put the tin away.

Little monkey.