I made a dozen little brownies the other day. Owen wanted one, but not bad enough to finish his dinner. Fast forward a couple of hours to bedtime. His teeth are brush, jammies are on, face and hands are washed. I was getting Aubrey ready for bed and sent Owen to the kitchen to throw away her diaper. Several minutes pass and it dawns on me that he hasn't returned and it is quiet. I walk out to the kitchen just as he's finishing his brownie. He even went into the refrigerator to grab himself some milk to wash it down. So we brush his teeth again, wash his face and hands again.