Busted.

So when I came home tonight from work, Wolfgang "had a confession to make." (we use this phrase a lot, but it's just to admit little random things to each other what we've done, nothing dramatic) The confession was this: He ate 7 of these yummy cookies from in our fridge

...and left me 1.

Needless to say, he was SOOO busted by me. I thought I had finally successfully taught him how to properly share, but apparently not.

Then...

he says, "guess what I did for you?"

"what."

"I filed your taxes for you while you were at work."

All of a sudden, he was magically no longer busted. well, for the most part at least. What a sly guy huh? He knows how to work the system.