This morning as I was heating up his oatmeal, Cubby reminded me to put lots of syrup in it. Right. A teaspoon of maple syrup coming up.
And then he said, "I have a great idea!"
This phrase is always followed by something amusing, if not entirely practical, so I waited for this particular brilliant thought . . .
"After I have my oatmeal, we should go out to our maple trees and tap them and bring home more syrup."
He seems to have forgotten the million hours or so of boiling that occur between the collection of sap and the existence of syrup.
Obviously, skipping the sugarin' this year is having a negative impact on his woodchuck education already. How quickly they forget.