Bad Strategy

When I put Pete to bed last night, I said "don't call me for anything, I still need to eat dinner." Usually this is enough to keep things quiet, but 20 minutes later I heard him calling me.

So I had an idea. I would bring my sandwich with me to his room. Then I would cover him up, point to the sandwich, and head back downstairs.

I was just exiting his room, when I heard a faint "hey, what kind of sandwich is that?" 15 minutes of questions later, it was clear that the sandwich strategy had backfired.