Lucas spent a good deal of Sunday morning and early afternoon trying to solve a conspiracy....of the missing pop tart. Lucas does not usually eat breakfast during the week. Week-ends are another matter. I broke down during my grocery shopping on Saturday and bought the guys the cardboard flavored, dry as dirt, much beloved poptarts. You would have thought I'd brought a puppy home.
Lucas is not to take food to his room, he's a pack rat and still occasionally stock piles food in his room. This time he wasn't as stealthy or as watchful as normal. First mistake, I saw him head downstairs with the poptart. Second mistake, laying the prized food item down in his room, third judgemental error....he couldn't find it later, although he wasn't too concerned until I intercepted his second attempt to get a replacement from the kitchen. Thus began the hunt. It began with having to admit he did take the first one to his room and then tried to take a second....ouch.
Finally, after searching off and on for quite some time, he finds the wrapper (in his room). Freaked him out because he knew he hadn't ate it. Eli doesn't like them so he couldn't even accuse him. Luke even questioned whether Sydney ate it. In the end he found the culprite....his dad...no sign of remorse was seen from good old dad. Simply stated, you leave food in places it doesn't belong, it's going to find a new home.....I think Mike may have to learn to like Pop Tarts better or at least tell me what flavor to buy because I'm pretty sure the conspiracy will continue.
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