i asked him what he was eating and he would reply... 'apple.'
every time i saw him chewing something, i asked him again.
we had apples for lunch that day.
so i didnt think anything of it.
just figured he'd found a few pieces that had made their way to the floor.
finally after hours of 'finding' these chunks of apples to eat, i ask...
'cohen, where are you getting these apples??'
he leads me to the fridge and points to the drawer.
looks innocent enough.
'yes, buddy that's where we keep the apples.'
then i turn one over :)
at least he wasn't eating off the floor.
of course i'd never let my kids do such a thing ;)