This morning, Charlie requested a long awaited "pocsicle" for breakfast. I had some lingering guilt because I was cranky with him yesterday, so I obliged. Then I got one too. When his was gone, and mine was halfway eaten, he said, "now you can give me yours". He then proceeded to eat the rest of mine. Later this morning he was trying to swipe more "pocsicles" for himself and Stella. I told him he had to wait until later and asked him to close the freezer. He started insisting that I "get out of this room" so that he could grab them without me bothering him. I didn't leave, so he did.
A few moments later he emerged from my bedroom with a blanket over his head. He slowly walked to the freezer to claim his pocsicles-incognito.
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