Saturday, March 8, 2008

Hot Dog Monster

At around 8:30 every morning I tell Max I'm going upstairs to put Aviva down for a nap.  He then plays trains or finds something else to entertain himself.  Yesterday I came down after putting her down and asked him if he wanted breakfast.  We walk over to the dining room table and I see that he has already found his own breakfast....Notice the empty hotdog bag on the table.  My jaw hit the ground.  "Max, you ate four hotdogs?"  (Well, 3 and a half - note the chewed up and spit out dog on the seat).  He got in big trouble for taking food out of the refrigerator with out asking me.  About an hour later I was cleaning up the family room when I saw this...
Sick.  At least he didn't actually eat four hotdogs, right?  Hopefully I won't find some half eaten buns molding in a corner somewhere in my house a week from now.  

7 comments:

Delsa said...

What can you say- hot dogs are in his genes.

Shauri said...

That is hilarious. He's so smart---just setting up his own food storage system for an emergency. LIke travis and garrett rolling yarn balls from their beds.

KA said...

Oh Max. I want better for you in life than cold hot dogs.

Jana said...

Sick. Poor kid.

Lisa said...

How exactly are hot dogs in his genes? Your mom's comments always crack me up!

That's gross, cute and funny, but gross!

Kristin said...

Lisa,

You've obviously never seen mom and Abram go to town on the hotdogs at Sam's Club.

Mandy said...

That is hilarious! He's got character! Can't wait for him and Cade to play!