
I found this yesterday after I came downstairs from taking a shower. Jarod had gotten out a TV tray from the basement, set up a plate, bread, peanut butter and jelly, and made himself a sandwich. He also got himself a drink. Then he brought down his crayons and color book, turned on his favorite show, and settled in. Oh, by the way, he is not supposed to have food downstairs. How could I be mad at such independence? Peanut butter and jelly all over my BRAND NEW leather couch and BRAND NEW carpet don't matter as much as a little one learning to take care of himself. Right . . ? 1..2..3..4..5..6.....