Submitted for your consideration:
Rilchiam, ten years old, making refrigerator cookies for her Girl Sprout meeting. Mix oatmeal and some other stuff, roll into chunks, fridge for four hours. The recipe makes 36, so little Rilch puts 36 oatmeal balls in the fridge to chill.
Later that evening, little Rilch checks the fridge again to find 32 oatmeal balls. Mom doesn’t know where the other four went. Dad claims not to have known that there were goodies in the fridge. Rilch has no siblings at home. And, no, she didn’t eat them herself. Rilch takes 32 oatmeal balls to Girl Snout meeting. The remaining four had been meant for the family to share, but so be it.
To this day, I don’t know if a)Dad took the four, not knowing they were for a Spout meeting, and was too embarrassed to own up to it when asked; b)Mom took them, counting on the male always taking the fall for such transgressions; c)Hi, Opal; or d)the refrigerator gnomes made off with them.
Just wanted to point out that parents are just as capable as kids are of being devious and then sprouting halos.
