My child is four. He's been stealing the new rolls of toilet paper from our bathroom and stashing them in his bedroom. Yesterday, we happened (together) upon a slightly opened and licked candy cane in his room. "Oh. I accidentally opened this, Mom." The other week, I found wadded up teabags, their little sacks torn open, and some of them still damp and minty. Inside a paper suitcase. I have no idea how long they were there, or how long they'd have remained, had I not chanced upon a free moment without him.