Mmm ... candy

We went to Keegan and Ronan's birthday party this weekend.  It was a lot of fun and I'll give the kids credit for behaving themselves as well as they could.  Not too many fights, except when we were leaving and they all wanted to eat candy in the car in addition to the chocolate they were eating before we left.  Is it bad parenting that I let them because I didn't want to fight?  Yeah, I kinda figured it was.  But, I did it anyway.

The kids all scored a tremendous amount of candy from the pinata and had cool Cars goodie bags to carry it home.  When we got home, I immediately put the candy in the cupboard and locked it.  Owen knows how to get the locks off, but I was hoping it would be tight enough that it would take some maneuvering from Owen and I would safely be able to use the restroom.  Do you notice a theme here?  Owen has perfected his missions to be accomplished within the two minutes it takes to use the restroom.

So, I come out two minutes later.  Not only has Owen taken all of the candy out of the cupboard and laid it on the counter (better to choose what he wanted?), but he was kind enough to make sure both Vance and Elsa got their fill as well.  At least he's sharing, right?

I really hope this kid grows up to be in the CIA.  I'd love it if he could use his talents for good.  In our last doctor's office visit, the questionaire asked if Owen would use a stool or chair to get something he wanted, but couldn't reach.  Peter laughed.  If only they knew what Owen was capable of.