This weekend, we had guests over for supper one night.

The kids were fed first... and DH, our guests and I were out in the garage, having a smoke waiting for the kids to finish.

ss didn't finish all his supper. No biggie... it's generally left on the counter, and he'll finish it eventually, because predictably, about 15-20 minutes, even though he "finishes" his meal, he's really just done with THAT food, yet wants other stuff to eat. DH has been awesome at making ss eat his leftovers when ss gets hungry again after the meal, so it's not really been an issue in a while.

SS left his plate on the counter, and went off to play.

On the counter, I'd left some cheese cut up, as well as some peppers and cherry tomatoes on a plate... for when our guests and I were ready to eat. The kids had a similar plate when they ate.

About 10 minutes later, I went in to get some water, noticed that someone had been picking in the plate. Noticeably. I asked my kids if they had gone at it... no. SS was nowhere to be found. So I cut up some more stuff, put it on the plate, went back in the garage.

A little while later, I went back in to turn down the oven, which was keeping our food warm until we were ready... plate had been picked at again.

This time, ss was in the back family room... so I asked him if he'd been eating the cheese and peppers on the counter... he says no. I aske dhim if he was still hungry, he said no. I asked if he wanted to finish his supper... he said no. At this point I noticed a slice of pepper sticking out from under his leg... asked him again, did he take peppers from the plate on the counter... no... I asked him if he was lying to me... no... I told him that I hope not, because the stuff in the plate on the counter was for his dad and me, and our guests... now ss is squirming... I asked him again... are you lying to me? He gets up, and speed walks towards the stairs... I follow.

He goes up and sits on his bed, covers his head with the blanket... I go in, and asked why he was lying to me... why he didn't just say that he was still hungry... no answer... so I turn on his night light, and close the bedroom door. As I'm standing there, he starts in with the inevitable waterworks and "daddyyyyyy" thing he does when he cries because he thinks he's in trouble.... so I open the door, and tell him to knock off the drama, nobody's interested in hearing him whining... he stops... I go back downstairs.

At this point I'm expecting him to get up and go whine to his dad, because that's what he does when I discipline him (not that I really did, here...) but he didn't... so back out to the garage I go. Now it's 7pm, and we're just about ready to eat... DH says he's going to go put ss to bed and goes in before I could say anything...so I say nothing.

He comes back a minute later, and says "Awww my boy is getting so big, he put himself to bed...." super proud, blah blah bleurk... so I still said nothing.

DH thinks ss put himself to bed like a big boy...when really, he put himself in his room because he was insulted at having been busted sneaking food... not even being punished... and fell asleep.

I'm letting dh think it... but boy do I feel guilty. lol