My Little Guy pulled a similar stunt when he was about 18 months old. He’d always been a painfully early riser (painful for me, at least) but this particular morning was even earlier than usual. Heaven knows how long he’d been bumping about before a clatter finally woke me. I went in the kitchen and there he was, his bubble butt on the counter and his chubby hand on the glass cookie jar lid.

Nice work, Little Guy. Now, don’t ever do it again.