The Yoghurt Thief

I should know by now, that in toddler terms, quiet and peaceful spells trouble. Though when I'm working against the clock to get something done, who am I to question the silence?! And I have a tricky little fellow who is starting to take full advantage of those available windows when Mama is busy... to hit the fridge. He's not too fussy, grabbing anything he can get his chubby hands on, then taking his loot back to the dining table to inspect.

Usually, I catch him in the act before he's even worked out how to break in, but about a week ago, while blowdrying my hair, the first yoghurt theft occurred. I came out of the bathroom to find him spoon deep in a tub of wild blueberry. With precision, he had taken the tub out of the fridge, removed the plastic seal, collected a spoon from the drawer and plonked himself at the table to devour. Straight after breakfast too. The look of partial guilt but mostly self satisfaction on his face, just needed to be captured. I am secretly proud of his will and determination.