Well, after all of my self-pity last week, Jackson had to remind me that I have other things to be worrying about.
Then Friday night, he found an envelope of hot chocolate mix, tore it open, dumped it on the couch and ate all of the little dehydrated marshmallows out of it. Now every time I vacuum it smells like cocoa. While I was playing on the computer, he went to the kitchen, used a step stool to climb up onto the counter, opened the cabinet, and proceeded to finish of an entire bag of mini-marshmallows.
And yesterday, he drank syrup straight from the bottle and got it all over his shirt.
This kid's quest for sugar is never ending.
And, just now, I caught him in the kitchen again. He had gotten into the fridge and was standing there with the door open, spraying "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" spray into his mouth. He is such a little freak. And he gets into stuff that the other 3 never even thought of.