There’s a Thief in the House…
It started with very, very bad news. I could not find Nathan. Not good. Where’s Nathan?
I thought he was playing with his garage in the living room. Apparently not.
Maybe he’s in the study. Nope.
Not upstairs.
He’s not in the dining room either. hmmm….
Oh! I know just where to look. I bet he’s sneaking into the fridge again. Last time I caught him in the fridge he was pulling out a bowl of peas and carrotts and eating them by the fistful and drinking the juice-water that was in the bottom of the bowl. Cold peas and carrots out of the fridge? yuck. But the boy does love him some vegetables.
I guess I was wrong- the boy isn’t here. Where is he????
As I was leaving the kitchen, heading to the front door to make sure he hadn’t somehow got out of the house, I caught sight of some bare piggie toes protruding from under the table.
Apparently he decided to go back for round two of his lunch.
Huh. What is that on his face? Do I detect crumbage on his lips? What manner of crumbs could they be?
What, What, What? Is that the bag of cookies I inadvertently left out on the counter???
THE COOKIE THIEF!
He ate almost the whole bag of cookies. I think there were only three or four left.
We have a COOKIE THIEF!
Look at those blue eyes. See that mischievous glint? The long eye lashes? I guess you can figure out that he didn’t get in much trouble.
