If the
boys fought me to go down for a nap and fell asleep in my bed rather than their cribs, I'd vent my frustrations over feeling trapped in the
room with them by
running downstairs and grabbing whatever we had in the cabinets — bags of Goldfish crackers, boxes of
baby biscuits — gobbling all the candy and then telling my partner we must have left the bag at the store rather than confess that I'd eating it all.