Some of you may know that Mom loves to cook and bake. At Christmas, she does all kinds of cool baking - like the Speculoos Amber told you about last year, or maybe the schnecken pictured here:
...or this other cookie called a Springerle. They're really labor-intensive the way Mom makes them, all that mixing, rolling, molding, cutting, letting them set, the baking, then the 3-month wait to eat them*... so that very first year she started making them, I felt it was my duty to help her. Sure, Zim was there to stare at Themixer but I helped, too.
(*Note from Mom of the Ao4: Yes, the taste develops if you wait 3 months before eating. The Ao4's dad jokes that instead of a timer for these cookies, you use a calendar!)
So... Mom was making a few batches, so she could share with the neighbors, and ran short on cake flour. Dad was out somewhere, so Mom pushed everything to the back of the counter, then went to the store. She and Dad got home at the same time, came into the house, and were catching up on the events of their days. It went something like this:
"You left everything on the counter!?" Dad commented.
"Yes," said Mom, looking around. "Dave was a good boy." (I used to do a wee bit of counter-surfing, you know.) "It looks like nothing's been touched."
"Where is he?" Dad wondered.
Then they looked and saw me laying right there in the living room, near the entry to the kitchen, looking totally innocent, snuggly and sleepy-eyed. I sent them a mind-meld message, "I'm right here, Mom and Dad! Just snoozing with my head on a nice, fluffy, white pillow!"
"Awwww..." Mom began. "Look at how ..." And that's about when she realized we don't HAVE any nice, fluffy, white pillows.... and that I was camouflaging a bag of powdered sugar I'd taken off the counter. Woo.
My pose was similar to this one, only with the bag of sugar where my cool Texas pillow is.
I couldn't resist. Mom knows I love a good pillow, so it almost worked. If only powdered sugar came in bags that matched our decor! Camouflage, pups! If you're caught red-pawed, camouflage! That's my advice for you.
And for the record, I didn't even put one tooth puncture in the bag! Woo.