The crime of peanut butter cookies

    Shhhh. Tiptoeing into the
kitchen. Hmmm. Aroma of a fresh
batch of peanut butter cookies sit
cooling.

   Giggling silently. To take only one
would be a crime. Two or three easier to
conceal, so I say quietly to no one.

    I hear voices in the other room
becoming louder. Uh oh hide my
treasures. QUICK!

      * stuffing all 3 in mouth*

   Enter to the kitchen is my mother
eyeing the cooling rack. Looks at my
cheeks bulging and asks me, "Did you eat
any of these cookies?"

   Ha. Ha. Ha. Kid in cookie jar so to speak.
Slammed shut. Shaking head in rapid "no"
motion as well as the circular "yes you
caught me" motion.

   Memories are grand as children. Even
better as mature grown ups, right?

   (This happened just 4 days ago)

    Passion = Crime : PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES