You come home from a short trip to the grocery store to pick up something to the sight of your little angel Ollie hugging the cookie jar with his grubby little hand and his stubby legs, the other hand grabbing one little red velvet cookie. His cheeks are stuffed to the fullest, like a hungry hamster.

It’s perplexing. You can’t begin to imagine how he was able to get a hold of that jar when you made sure to put it at the farthest corner on the counter, surrounded and covered. How did he get up there? And an even bigger question here, how is it now on the floor?

As you study, he takes notice of your presence and look up with his big sparkly puppy eyes, he coos your name; drooling from his pouty lips. It seems like you’ve caught him right in his act, after his reluctant promise of eating less sugar and now he tries to wheedle his way out of your discipline.

This adorable little devil.