It's in the genes

Yesterday I was downstairs and realized I hadn't heard from Maddie for awhile. Trouble seems to find her easily, so I went upstairs to see what she was up to. This is what I found:

You can see the guilt written all over her face as she tries to hide the fact that she's snitched an entire donut. She had climbed up onto the stove top, grabbed a donut (and paper towel), and proceeded to eat all the frosting off the top of the donut.


I couldn't help but be a little amused by this. Of course she was doing something she shouldn't have, and she should have gotten in trouble. But I did this sort of thing all the time when I was a kid, so I can't really be angry with her, can I? Her affinity for sugar (and the swiping of it) must have come to her naturally. Sigh. I'm gonna have to keep my eye on this one.