We had a problem a few weeks ago.

First, you should know, we love cheese. This is one cheese-lovin’ family … La Petite Belle especially.
For instance, when she was just a toddler & pre-schooler, I would force her to eat bananas just to even out … ahem … you know … the digestive system. The bananas unclogged the cheese, if you know what I mean.
One of our favorite stories of La Petite Belle is when she was a little “clogged” one day. She was on the toilet, determined to get her business done. I mean … really determined. After time had passed, she screamed from the bathroom, “Can you bring me a banana?” My point is to let you know that this girl loves her some cheese.
K Belle and La Petite Belle decided to have some cheese several weeks ago. I had bought a huge chunk of cheddar cheese ($8.00 worth to be exact). I don’t know where their mother was at the time, but they ate their cheese, without permission, and obviously the aforementioned  mother was descending the stairs when La Petite Belle scurried to throw the unwrapped cheese to the back of the refrigerator. The mother did not see this cheese until the next day because it was hidden behind her three-pound jar of maraschino cherries that she bought at Sam’s for that one-time dish she made. (Note to self: Only buy small jars of maraschino cherries. – There is no way anyone can eat that many cherries in their lifetime.) After the cheese was found, it was nice and hard and that dark orange color … ruined. So, guess what the mother did in her fit of rage? Banned her children from cheese! For three weeks, she bought no cheese.
How you like that for a punishment?
Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about La Petite Belle’s Ritz crackers and ice cream sandwich incidents.