sight isn’t always necessary

In the mornings where Craig has worked the night before, I often have to tell Connor to go play alone in his room for a while so I can take Gus out to pee, make breakfast, and/or feed Elly. Today he went up happily, and wasn’t yelling to ask if he could come downstairs for quite some time. When Craig came home, Connor started yelling over and over that he wanted Craig to come upstairs. Then he appeared at the top of the stairs with a candy cane in hand, a big grin stretched across his face because of the treat he had found. Craig said, “Seriously?” To which Connor replied, “Mom’s making chocolate pancakes, and chocolate is candy, so this is candy and that makes it ok too!”

We couldn’t disagree. He got to eat the candy cane.