Last week, I was sick as anything. Had this weird bacterial bronchial infection, still have it but I'm on the Antibiotic Express to Healthytown now. But last week as I lie on the couch groaning in fevered madness, things got even worse. Jill and the kids decided to break out the leftover Girl Scout cookies only to discover that someone had been sneaking them for a while and there were few left aside from boxes of Dulce de Leches, which I am known to scorn. The cookies had been kept in a high up cabinet above the stove where kids can't reach.
KATE: Dad! Did you eat the cookies?!
CHARLIE: Dad! How could you do that?! How could you eat the cookies?!
At this point I am nailed and running at about 3% health wise. So I offered up this:
ME: I am tall and they are delicious.
CHARLIE: Oh. Okay.
And I was off the hook for good. Sometimes you don't need an excuse, you just need a solid explanation.