Neglect or Independence?

Last Tuesday I was cleaning and packing in preparation for a trip Erik and I took to Costa Rica. My parents came to watch Gabe, so I wanted the house in order before we left. I think Gabe had finally decided that mom was busy and he would have to fend for himself. I was cleaning the carpets when I stopped and called out to Gabe. He answered and I looked down over the railing to find him on the couch enjoying his lunch. "I got a taco, mom! Two tacos!" He got in the fridge, found these leftover burritos and helped himself. In my defense, he never told me he was hungry or asked for food...