A story from my daughter: 

So, I always know something is awry when I am not met at the door by a barking dog.  Such was the case tonight.  I unlocked the door, came in the house, and Drake kind of slunk up to me, hanging his head.  Uh oh, I think – what has he done.  So, I embark on a quick inventory of the house.

First thing I notice is that there are only 3 bags of cookies on the kitchen counter – when I left the house this morning there were 6 – ready for the cookie-exchange party Rob and I are going to tomorrow night.  As I search the rest of the house, I find empty baggies here and there and now know where the cookies went.  When I finally get to the one carpeted room in the house, I see that the cookies he ate must have given Drake a tummy ache, because he’s pooped all over the carpet! 

Aargh!  I pick up a little, and decide it’s time for a drink and a call to my mom before getting out the carpet cleaner.  I also text a few choice words to Rob about HIS dog! 

Needless to say, there will be bakery cookies for the party tomorrow night, because I am NOT baking tonight!