Attack Of The Marshmallow Man

Yesterday morning, we think Nathan's alarm clock woke Emmit up, but, he's sneaky, so we didn't hear him get up. A little while later, Emmit was standing by my bed saying "Momma, I don't feel good. My tummy hurts!" Immediately, I sent him to the bathroom. Little dude wasn't going to puke on my carpet.

So, I rolled out of bed and walked in his bathroom to check on him. He was just standing there, holding his stomach. I asked if he was okay and he said, "I think I need to take a shower." It didn't strike me as strange at the time because if he ever does get sick, I let him take a shower when he's done (b/c showers make everything better, right?).

Well, while I was waiting to see if he was going to puke, I turned around and looked down the hallway. I noticed the living room looked unusually bright. So, I walked to see what was going on. I saw Mattie's dog food bucket sitting in the middle of the kitchen (which means someone was in the pantry) and a cabinet door open. I immediately knew Emmit had been into something.

So, I storm back to the bathroom & ask "What did you eat?" to which my little man responds, "Marshmallows". Marshmallows? It's 7:30 in the morning & he's been up eating marshmallows! No wonder his stomach hurts!

I asked how many he ate, to which I get, "Just 4" (while he's holding up 5 fingers). I said, "Get in the bed and go back to sleep." He started crying again and said, "But I'm all sticky." UGH! Yeah...that's why he wanted a shower! He wanted to wash away the evidence!

Later when we got up for the day, I found the bag of marshmallows laying on the couch. Let me just say...he ate way more than 4!