The boys were outside playing with the neighbor-kids when I could hear the onset of hunger melt-down in their voices. However, getting them to stop playing and sit down at the table for a mid-morning snack was going to be difficult given their level of engagement in hoola hooping and jump roping.
So I'm pretty sure I just poured a bunch of snack items in a giant bowl (pretzels, crackers, dried fruit) and set it out on the steps and yelled "snackie poo!" I'm also pretty sure the four kids ran over and gathered around the bowl like a quartet of puppies, stuffed some food in their mouths, and ran out to continue playing, leaving Marcus sitting cross-legged at the bowl shoveling the remaining snack items in his mouth.
If confirmed, I'm not sure if this would qualify as a high point in parenting, or a clear low point. Discuss...