Time for breakfast. The boys scurried down the marble staircase ahead of me while I scooped Abigail out of her crib and followed only about thirty seconds behind.
Immediately, I noticed, upon entrance to the kitchen, something awry.
Both boys were sort of hiding, their mouths jam-packed with something. They were obviously trying to hide their guilt but, obviously, had no earthly idea how to do that.
At the every end I got to the bottom of it.
Me: "Isaac, where did you get that chocolate? Did you take it off the counter?" Isaac: "I did not." Me: "Then how did you get it?" Isaac: "Sidge climbed up on the counter and got two down, and he gave one to me." Me: "But you took it from Sidge?" Isaac: "He told me to." Me: "What do you think your punishment be?"
Isaac: "I think you should just let me play."
Me: "Sidge, is this true? Did you climb up on the counter?"
Me: "Are you supposed to do that?"
Me: "Why did you do it?"
Sidge: "To get chocolate."
Me: "So what should your punishment be?"
Sidge: "Just to go play. Next time I can get a punishment."