I feel like I spend my entire day foiling Colin's plots.
Today I took a (five minute!) phone call in my bedroom and when I came back out I couldn't find Colin. He wasn't downstairs, he wasn't in his room, he wasn't in the bathroom. I started worrying that he opened the door and went outside, but then I saw his knee peeking up behind the couch cushion.
When I went to get a closer look, I found that he had stolen the remaining half-pan of Rice Krispies treats. He hid behind the couch cushion, ate as much as he could manage, and he fell asleep with the remaining Rice Krispy chunk that defeated him.
I fear I will be completely defeated once third child shows up. There is no hope for me.
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