I was highly amused the other day when I came into the kitchen and saw Seth start from one end of the counter and inch his way to the other end of it, carefully exploring and rummaging around in each cupboard. “What are you looking for?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said, and kept searching for it. So I stood and waited to see if he would find it and he did. He found a box of Christmas Godiva chocolates that I had hid from the children and then promptly forgot about, and he quickly ate one. Then, a few doors down, he found in the last cupboard an almost empty bag of Luden’s Wild Cherry throat drops and ate one of those, too. He jumped off the counter and went on his merry way. I understood. He needed a sugar fix.