
It was not me, the perfect calorie counting mother, who dipped into her child's potty treats on multiple occasions in the last few weeks. It wasn't me who ate them all... more than once, and I haven't had to return to the store a few times to replenish the stash. It was not my perfect, well behaved son who told me to "buy some more!" when I told him they were all gone.
There is a mysterious Rice Krispy square thief in our house, because it was not me who helped the husband polish off half a pan.
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