Here's what happened the second morning;
The bed that we use is closest to the sink, and James will keep a can of juice and/or candy in the basin of the sink in case he wakes up with a low blood-sugar in the middle of the night. So on this morning, I wake to the sound of the bag of candy crinkling and I immediately think that James is low, and I wake up, only to find that James is already up and outside. Nate is lounging around in bed with me. It occurs to me that James must have gotten Nate up and put him on our bed....and then.....I smell.....something.......(not a dirty diaper)....but the smell of......what is that? Strawberries?
I look at Nate again, and see that his mouth looks a little more pink than usual, and ...I......smell that smell again! Yes, it IS strawberries but what the.....??
ah yes, you guessed. My little candy-man had once again helped himself to a breakfast-of-champions. He had leaned all the way over, reached into the sink basin, crinkled around in there until he dug out James' candy, and had a "strawberry" for breakfast.
...and he's so nonchalant about it, like he's got every right in the world.