Shortly after getting home tonight from Christmas at Aunt Ang's, I found Marci and Wrigley in the kitchen amidst a pile of vanilla-wafer crumbs.
It was hard to tell who instigated the crumb calamity, but it was quite clear that both girls were enjoying the vanilla-flavored fruits of their joint labor.
With Wrigley as the lookout while Marci guarded the bag of wafer-shaped loot, they were apparently working in tandem to ensure the secrecy of what I can only assume is a newly founded crumb club.
Marci certainly seemed shocked at being discovered sitting on a pile of incriminating evidence. Neither hand nor paw was caught in the cookie jar so to speak, but the trail of crumbs from the pantry lead me right to the crumb-snatching culprits. Thank goodness they were apprehended before they got into the syrup!
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