The dishes had been cleaned.  Dinner was a distant memory.

I looked as my teenager headed toward the kitchen.  Boxes were opened.  Food was poured.

Soon, my teen emerged with a bowl overflowing with a combination of whole grain Cheerios and Goldfish crackers.

No doubt, it was a impulse nighttime snack.

No doubt, he may have created a combo for the ages.  A little salty.  A little sweet.

A little excessive.  A little mad genius.