Last night, I was going to start a "date night" where I took each boy out for ice cream and homework. Arden was supposed to be first, and the only "rule" was that they had to help clean up and eat supper.
About 15 minutes before supper, Arden asked me for a snack, and I told him to wait. A few moments later, I hear a bag, and turn to see him sneaking crackers into his pockets, cramming them full.
I told Arden he had just lost ice cream, and he was devastated.
This morning, after the boys left for school, I found this...
He really is a little sweet heart. I'm glad he knows what he did, and that he apologized.