I awoke at around three this morning hearing the kitchen cabinet door slam. My wife was in bed so it wasn't her. I checked on the kids and the 14 and 13 year olds were in bed. That left the 4 year old. He wasn't in his bed so I trudged to the kitchen. He was in the middle of the floor with a five pound sack of flour and a five pound sack of sugar dumped in the middle of the floor. He had the carton of eggs out of the fridge with what was left in the carton smashed on the floor. He had also managed to get the gallon of milk out and set it on the floor. He hadn't managed to get the lid off because it hadn't been opened yet. I asked him what he was doing and he said he wanted cookies because he was hungry. So I gave him a glass of milk and a peanut butter sandwich and cleaned up the mess. I'm beat tonight and contemplating going to be in a few minutes.