So I'm lecturing Phillip on the evils of sneaking food into his room. The crumb argument, the ant argument and every other anti-food-in-the-bedroom argument that a mom has in her arsenal.
He is nodding his head in agreement. He is listening to every word I'm saying. He answers my lecture with an "Okay Mom, I'm sorry," and turns to go clean up his crummy room.
That's when I notice the bag of chips hanging out of his jeans pocket. I stop him and do a full cavity search. I find chips, gummy bears and a pocket full of squished strawberries.
He must have been planning his next bedroom picnic and merely feigning attention the whole time.
It is a sad day when a mother is duped by her five year old.