It was me

It was Sunday...Tanya had bought a pack of Doublestuff Golden Oreos and foolishly left them out in the open.

I ate a whole row out of the pack in ten minutes. Later I'm upstairs changing clothes and I hear her holler about the cookies, asking who ate them.

I keep silent.

Then she starts yelling at the kids.

I start laughing, one of those uncontrollable laughs, I awkwardly get my shoes on, go down, helpless with laughter, hollering, gasping between breaths..."don't kill them, Tanya...it was me...it was me."

It was me.