Thursday, December 4, 2008

Middle-of-the-Night Binges

We found our favorite chocoholic autistic son camped out on the cold hard cement floor of our pantry, stuffing himself with chocolate kisses. Based on the forensic analysis of the discarded silver wrappers, he ate somewhere between 10-15 kisses before we hauled him back to bed.

Can't begin to imagine what the damage would have been if we hadn't caught him in the early stage of his binge...


michelle said...

Was he getting into the bag purchased at Costco the other day? Good thing you caught him before he downed the whole bag.

Jen said... was THAT bag. He ripped it open from a higher shelf in our pantry downstairs. I don't know how he even saw it. He would have been in a chocolate coma by the morning if he had eaten all that chocolate.