Breakfast of Champions

Yesterday morning, Jack headed downstairs before Anna and I could get down there. I heard him rummaging around and then it got quiet, which is usually an indication of trouble! When I peeked downstairs he was sitting on the bottom step eating very quietly. When I (sarcastically) asked what he was doing he told me, "Eating goldfish." Well of course! He had helped himself to the pantry and enjoyed a little appetizer before breakfast.