You don't say?

I'm ironing in another room and hear the crumpling of plastic so I ask mini#2, "What are you doing?" He answers: "It appears to be my snack time." I walk in the kitchen and he's sitting on the counter with the Chewy Chips Ahoy box in his lap eating a cookie. WTH? It appears it's Self-Service-bypass-asking-your-parent's-permission-Day and I didn't get the memo! I'm beginning to think 5 is the new 2!