This morning, Janice came upstairs and asked if I knew where the cinnamon rolls went (they were left over from yesterday's breakfast). No, I said, I hadn't seen them.Chad followed behind her, separately. "Did you eat the cinnamon rolls?" No, I said, I hadn't. Well, he explained, there was a plate downstairs on the counter with frosting and two forks. Someone clearly had eaten them.
I had half a mind to blame Lucy, except that she wouldn't have known enough to pull out the forks. I thought Chad might have eaten them, as he tends to get the munchies if we're still up late at night. But that still didn't explain the two forks. We did have friends over after dinner, though I didn't think they'd be so presumptuous as to munch on things from my fridge without asking. After a few minutes, I started wondering if maybe I did eat them after all.
Figuring that we had something to do with their disappearance--though we still had no idea how--Chad went to the store to get more cinnamon rolls. Not thirty seconds before he returned, Janice announced that she had found yesterday's leftover rolls in the back of the fridge.
The forks covered in frosting? They were the remnants of a cupcake Janice and Nick shared last night. Mystery solved.
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You can always blame things like that on Yehudi, that little man who lives in our refrigerators, glove compartments, etc., who always turns on lights when we need them. He raids my house after hours quite often.
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