After getting up frightfully early starving and stuffed up, Adam went back to sleep yesterday until...well, blissfully late. I was getting laundry out of the dryer when Mark heard Adam start to make noise and announced, "Mark check on Adam!" and ran upstairs.
When I arrived upstairs, Mark was standing on the rail of Adam's bed, holding onto the top and peeking over, and Adam was chirping gleefully at his brother. Mark proudly told me that he had checked on Adam.
Fast-forward to breakfast time. Mark, having already eaten, had disappeared to the living room to play. Adam happily ate a good large portion of barley cereal, and then I let him sit in his high chair and gobble Cheerios while I dashed in to check my email.
Mark, ever the helper, returned. "Mark help!" he said. Then, "Need more!" (I should have been in there, then, but was dealing with an issue...) Then, "Uh-oh, 'pilled!" That was finally enough to get me to come in and check.
Mark had decided that Adam needed more food. He had climbed up on my chair at the table, gotten the barley cereal box, and dumped (as opposed to "poured") a great deal of cereal into the small bowl from which I'd fed Adam earlier. Then he'd taken the small cup of water we keep on hand to mix the cereal and poured what was left of it into the bowl. It didn't turn it into yumminess, as there wasn't enough (hence the "need more"). And more barley cereal didn't solve the problem, either, but made it a bit worse by spilling on the table (hence "'pilled").
"Oh NO!" I said as I discovered the situation. "Mark, Adam doesn't need to eat more! I already fed him."
Mark began to cry. "Bed!" he sobbed.
Then I stopped. "Oh, sweetheart, you're not in trouble. I shouldn't have left these things out, and you just wanted to help. I can clean it up, and everything'll be just fine."
I apologized to him for having left things out and thanked him for wanting to help. I hugged and kissed him and sent him off to play while I cleaned up. The still-dry cereal flakes went into a plastic container to save for later (somewhere in the area of HALF THE BRAND-NEW BOX), while the little wet glob in the bottom, Adam got to have for lunch.
(I took the pictures to prove to him that he wasn't in trouble. It took some convincing.)