Bright and early this morning Re-Pete decides she wants candy for breakfast. She knows better, I am not raising gluttons. About ten, she repeats her request, still not getting any. I look at her a few minutes later and she is sitting on the couch, very quiet, under her blanket. My mother didn't raise any dummies (maybe one) so I picked up the blanket for a peek, and Lo and Behold! she's sneaking candy. I make her spit it out, tell her no one likes a sneak, no candy till afternoon. She crying, I'm sorry, you made me sad, you made me cry, I really want candy, mommy. She gets over the hysterics and then says, "I'm sorry Mommy, but I really wanted candy." She may very well be my smartest.