I bought some Double Stuff Oreos at the commisary and hid them when I got home because...
A) I had a recipe I wanted to use them in.
B) I didn't want the kids eating them all in one day.
C) They were MINE!!! ALL MINE!!!
D) All of the above.
Obviously the answer is (D), as anyone who's ever taken a multiple choice quiz knows. (It's a rule; if "all of the above" or "none of the above" appears on the list, it's the right answer. Unless it's a trick.)
Anyways, one night after all the kids had (supposedly) gone to bed and I was working on the computer, ET emerged from the kitchen munching something suspiciously black and white.
I asked her what she was eating, hoping she wouldn't say, "Oreos."
She said, "Oreos."
I said, "Aw, man! You found my secret Oreo stash?"
A slow smile spread across her face. "Actually," she said, swallowing. "These were in a Lunchable in the fridge. But thanks for letting me know there's a secret Oreo stash."
I said, "Aw, man!"
She went back in the kitchen and came back a minute or two later. "Found it!" she said trimphantly.
I sighed in defeat. "Just don't tell your sisters, okay?"
(above image from amazon.com)