i need a dwink

the other night the two year old took it upon herself to get her own after bath time snack. since our older two had SO KINDLY LEFT THE SNACK DOOR UNLATCHED, she was able to pick from a plethora of crap. what did she choose exactly? the dry chocolate milk mix that you put into your milk to make chocolate milk. yes, she took the whole container and a spoon and plopped herself on the floor in Brenton's room to watch a little TV and eat her dry chocolate mix. Walter eventually caught her and promptly placed her in time out. he then told me what had happened to which i ran and got the camera to snap the picture. after that i was trying to scold her while laughing at her. how do you do that? i cannot keep it together when it is something that funny. then as soon as i get serious with her, she promptly stops laughing and says in her serious voice,"I NEED A DWINK". to which i said, " i bet you do" and walked away.