Closet Eater

Let me preface with Steve has an addiction to M&Ms. I've had to teach him over the years to grab one at a time instead of shoving handfuls into his mouth.  This way he can actually taste them before the entire bag is gone.

Well, we found out he stashes them as well.

Steve, Rylee and I left the Dus household, stopped by our church service, stopped by Caribou for a bottle feed and a coffee lunch and then headed out to my parents for Christmas.  We fondu every year and it just happened to work out that my older sister and family with three rambunctious kids and a husband weren't coming until the next day so it worked out perfect to do our tradition that first night.

We shoved Rylee into the highchair with puffs and pees and she was happy for the remainder of the meal.  So we went to town on dipping delicious meat into oil, sit, sip, and converse for a couple hours.

Then my sister looks over towards the end of the meal and catches Steve red-handed.

 Busted!!!

My little hoarder of a husband stashed M&Ms in his shirt pocket!

 He "claims" they were for the kids during the church service and he just forgot about them, but I don't buy it.

Face the facts Steve... you are a closet eater.  We can work on this together.