Leggo my Eggo....

The past few days, a certain pint-sized human has raided the freezer, busted open the Eggo waffles (whole-grain blueberry for the health conscious out there), and retreated to the couch with a frozen snack (not treat). Within a 48 hour period, five of these processed delights went missing.  I was on the verge of calling Benson and Stabler to crack the case of the missing frozen waffles.

Rest easy, citizens of Kirkwood, for thankfully the culprit has been apprehended. Frozen handed.
Guilty as charged:
But oh so worth it...
Could eating a frozen waffle not sound any more disgusting? But alas, the little lady often tells me "mom, these are delicious, they are my favorite".

To each his own. Eggo that is.