Early Morning Feasting

Henry is an early riser.  Sometimes we have luxurious weeks where he (and therefore me) sleeps in to 6:30, other times we have less luxurious weeks like this one where he is consistently up at o'dark thirty....and by o'dark thirty I mean 4:30 at the latest.   

And of course he doesn't like to be alone at o'dark thirty in the morning because it is dark and scary so he ever so kindly wakes up David to join him.  I've tried bribing him into sneaking out and coming into our room without waking his brother which does occasionally work, but overall his fear of being alone generally wins out, even over the promise of chocolate chips.  

This morning Chris got up with the boys, and by "got up" I mean escorted them to the living room, turned on a movie and went back to sleep on the couch.  When I joined them this is what we found in the kitchen:

Sorry for the fuzzy picture--this was pre-sunrise.

Apparently Henry got hungry and set up a covert feast on top of the kitchen stool where no one would see him--not that anyone was watching him anyway.  I guess he thought some peanut butter mixed with water and honey with a sprinkling of cheese would really hit the spot.  At least he made himself a little table instead of smearing his concoction all over the kitchen.

I didn't know whether to laugh or scold.  We compromised with me stifling my giggles and looking away while Chris handled the discipline.

I'm a really good mom.