“Mum! Mum! Somebody stole the cookies!” Jason stood by the bed shaking his mother’s arm. It was still dark.
“Jason,” she mumbled, “what are you doing up? It’s the middle of the night.”
“No, it’s four thirty. Somebody stole all the cookies. They were right on the counter. Dad said I could have some tomorrow, and now it IS tomorrow, but they’re gone. We had a burglar!”
“Honey we didn’t have a burglar.”
“They’re gone! The burglar could have taken other stuff! I better check my room!” Off he ran.
“So, what are you going to do?” came a voice from the other side of the bed.
“There’s no burglar.”
“I know that. I want to know how you’re going to explain where the cookies went.”
“Why are you assuming I ate them? Jane could have eaten them!”
“Jane would never eat anything after she’d brushed her teeth. You, on the other hand, consider every minute after you weigh in at Weight Buddies and before you go to sleep that night, free time to eat whatever you want.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Jane, I’m your husband, I know you did it.”
“Fine. I ate the cookies.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
Suddenly Jason barreled back into the room, “I think he only took the cookies ...”
“Jason,” Mom said, “I don’t think it was a burglar.”
“What was it?”
“I think it was a mother who decided to eat those old cookies, because she’s going to make you new cookies today! And maybe brownies too!”
“Yippee!!!” Jason yelled, running off.
“Won’t that be hard on your diet?” Dad asked.
“No,” Mom said, “I do great on my diet, it’s only weigh in day I have trouble with, but, I don’t weigh in again for a whole week!”