Went outside today and found my 18 month old eating Sadie's dog food. Then Olivia was dropping the pebbled food through a hole in the top of the porch swing landing on her brother's head.
Went back in the house for about 20 minutes, and I kept hearing the door opening and a bag rustle and door opening again. So after the third or fourth time, I asked them what they were doing. "Oh, just giving Sadie a dog treat."
"Okay. Just not all at once, okay?"
"Okay" and then seconds later in a somber voice "I have your meal, Prisoner."
Smile and shake my head - could have been keeping Sadie hostage, or feeding the treats to Stacy - hard to tell.