Cheesecake digger..

So, I have a funny story...  I was de-compressing after Christmas chaos.  (Which incidentally was awesome!  but you know, you have to have a day in your jammies afterward.) Anyway, so Olivia got a "fur real pet dog" for christmas.  This little white yappy dog (that Kaya can't stand) that goes by remote control and barks etc... Well, guess how long the batteries lasted?  Til bedtime Christmas night.  Had a little meltdown before bed b/c her dog died.  I know, sad huh? So, I promised we would go to CVS the next day and get new batteries.  Chris of course was working at the Chiefs game, so I bundle all three of them up to go to CVS.  I promised Jack gummy bears to get him out the door.  (I am not above bribery )  Anyway, so we get there and he finds a "digger"  a little toy excavator thing.  He is on his knees zooming it all around the store.  So, when it came time to check out I wasn't suprised when he wanted that instead of the gummy bears.  No problem... Digger in pocket we head back home.   
Everyone's happy, he wants to dig in this big box of pinto beans we have.  (Dried beans of course!) Anyway, he's digging away so I decide to call my sister in law for a chat.  Next thing you know (10 min later) he is yelling from upstairs "MOM!  Kaya's tryin to eat the pie!."   What?  Pie?  I run upstairs and sure enough there is a cheesecake on his bed turned over, little graham cracker crumbs sprinkled all over the place.  
"Jack"  I say "Why is there a cheesecake in your room???"  
I usually don't really allow the kids to bring entire cheesecakes up to their bedrooms...
"I needed something to dig in!" he says innocently.  I look at the cake and sure enough there are dig marks all over the top of it.  Of course! He needed something to dig in!  Why not the cheesecake?    Lucky for all of us, I was able to laugh it off...