Silent Indiscretion

I caved. I opened the box of Peanut Butter Fatties from my girl scout crack dealer. I opened them on Sunday evening and ate three of them. Then I ate two more on Monday morning, which means I polished off a row of those sons-a-bitches within a 12 hour period. I went to indulge again last night, but could not find the box. I found the shiny silver interior packaging in the garbage. This means that my spouse ate the rest of the box between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. yesterday. I incriminate my spouse because my older child does not like peanut butter and chocolate (because she is part alien, I am convinced) and my 4-year-old did not even know the cookies were in there. I did not say a word to him, and he did not mention anything about finding the open box in the cupboard. We have both been caught being naughty, but I'm not saying anything because he'll be able to come back at me with "Yeah, but you opened the box, Ms. WW!" So, we'll both pretend that neither one of us ever saw a cookie, ate a cookie. Those cookies never existed in my household.