Chocolate Liss

So Joshua thinks he is sly. He comes into the kitchen while I am washing dishes and slides the step stool into the dining room. I go to follow him and he puts his little hand up, "no mommy. stay kitchen. wash dishes. mommy go kitchen." He then closes the door between the dining room and kitchen. Of course I give him a moment and then peek through the door. There he is up on the step stool with the bowl of hershey kisses. By the pile of wrappers he had already consumed 3. He turns to see me peeking through and gives me a melted chocolate mouthed smile. I am not sure what I appreciate more - his love for chocolate or his train of thought in securing the coveted treat.