when it's quiet...

... you know there is mischief happening.

"Danny? Where are you, buddy?"

Silence.

"Budster? Are you hiding?"

Silence.

Then, I stumble upon this:

Baby boy found a half-eaten Crunch bar in the loft trashcan.

"Uh-oh. She found me."

"What? It's just a little snack..."

"Yes, I found it in the trashcan. And it's delicious."

"No, Mommy, nooo!!! Anything but that!"

Don't worry... I ended up giving it back. That sad face was just too much to resist.