Bacon-faced Badger

This morning I cooked bacon in the oven- a bit for Reese and Ryan for breakfast, and a bit more for something I was making later for dinner. I thought that I'd cook it now so it would be all ready to crumble later without the hassle of cooking again. Once it was done I put it on paper towels on a plate on the counter to cool before sticking it in the fridge. I then set to work on some relief society 'to-do's'.

Anyway, there I am, clicking away on the laptop, consumed by the new contact list I am working on when I suddenly notice that the room has grown silent. . . and there is. . . munching in the kitchen. I turn around and there is Reese, a fistful of bacon in each hand, snacking away as she watches the last of a Disney movie, happy as a clam.

Without me noticing, she had pushed a chair over to the counter and helped herself to the pile. When she saw me staring at her, she froze for a moment and then promptly stuffed the remaining two or three pieces into her cheeks and chomped away before I could pry them out. The air was thick with guilt, but I suppose that, like the crazy dog in that old Beggin' Strips commercial, the scent was just too much and she couldn't help her shameless thievery. The look on her round little face read, 'It's mine- mine! You can't have it, and there's nothin' you can do about it now!'

When I looked at the plate I found only two lonely pieces sitting there- she had polished off something like 6 or so before I caught her!!! Good grief!! So much for healthy eating-- or planning ahead.

Ryan laughed so hard he fell over when I told him about it.