So I was sweeping the kitchen floor.
Underneath the table I spotted a container of sour cream with no lid and a spoon sitting in it.
I picked up the container, knowing it would be empty when I looked inside. It was. I don't know a lot about a lot of things, but I know a lot about my kids. And I didn't even have to really waste brain power to know exactly why an empty sour cream container was underneath our kitchen table.
I called London from wherever she was playing. "London, did you take this sour cream container and sit underneath the table and eat the rest of the sour cream?"
A very sheepish nod followed my question.
She thinks sour cream is a dessert.
(For the record - We had sour cream with our burrito lunch and there was not very much left in the container. I know that doesn't make a big difference, but at least it's better than the idea of her getting the sour cream out of the refrigerator and eating the entire container. It is - isn't it?)