Madison was in my sewing room today and found my half eaten box of samoas which I have been rationing . . . well, what could I do - I gave her one. I made her eat it in my sewing room so the twins wouldn't see her and want one too, but they must have sensed it and came in crying for a cookie too. So I gave each of them one, shooed them all out and proceeded to hide the skeletal remains of the box. Cripes, there are only 14 freakin cookies in the box to begin with - what the heck! 20 minutes later, Madison is back looking for another cookie. She noticed that the box wasn't where she found it and is walking around the room chanting "I know they're in here somewhere, I can smell 'em" She's going to be the death of me yet . . .