Kids are the culprits
Submitted by Brinna B on 4/1/2010 9:04 AM
I had a Butterfinger bar stashed away awaiting my enjoyment for after my children went to bed. Since I have a massive sweet-tooth I scaled a chair and reached behind the oatmeal to get to my prize early, but I was rewarded time with air. Where was my Butterfinger? It was gone! I peered into the depths of my cabinet to confirm my suspicions. No, Butterfinger. I called my prime suspects, the kids. They swore they did not take it. Then the family dog walked into the room (a pug, known for their unquenchable appetite)…with part of the wrapped stuck to his face! How he did it, I’ll never know.