One lump, or two?

So Sunday evening I says to your Dad, I says, "I'm going to go spend some quality time with my camera".  He hears me. He rustles you up and asks if you want to watch a movie. Of course. Yes. I'm at my computer in the bedroom, the door is open so I can hear the movie start, I hear you settle down. A little chitter chatter at the previews/etc. Normal.

I get going at downloading/cropping/etc some pictures and get a bunch of blog posts up (see below). I get so far along with this that I start to feel like something is wrong. It's that eerie "I have too much time to myself" feeling. You're still quiet, which isn't unusual when you're watching a movie that interests you. But I figure I better go see what's happening.

I go down the hall and see this to my right.

"oh, Daddy's sleep-..."

And then I turn to the left and see why it was so quiet.

Hazelnut flavored coffee creamer.

By the handful.

Yes, we're awesome parents.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!