
When Daddy got home from work last Friday, Mommy and I were very excited. We had spent many hours making him a really nice cake for his Birthday. Mommy let me help mix the batter and lick off the spoons. While Mommy was getting everything ready, the temptation just overtook me. But like I told Mommy and Daddy when they saw the chocolate on my face; ONLY TWO, ONLY TWO.
That means I only ran 2 fingers through the cake, no more.

I wonder how they could tell it was me.

Guilty As Charged









