Last night, Big I and I made these muffins. (By the way, they are only muffins in shape. The texture is something between pumpkin pie and french toast with all those eggs in there.)
I went to take a shower this morning after Daddy left and come out to find this on the counter:
Someone has been eating my muffins.
For the record, he gets this from his father who would take one bite of each cookie to 'claim' it. He has 3 older siblings, I guess it was pure survival on Craig's part.
But Big I has no older siblings. He just wanted the chocolate chips.