“Daddy, there’s an elf in the cookie jar cupboard!”

“Daddy, I know this sounds crazy, but lemme explain,” the BabyGirl said, hiding her hands behind her and leaning back against the kitchen sink. “a’member when the bunny rabbit stole my pants and when that cat chased the bird around the bathroom and my diaper fell off and when that monster crawled under my bed?”

“Yes,” her Daddy said, trying not to grin t0o widely.

“Well I want you to know that those things actually happened for real and that I wasn’t making them up at all. And it’s important that you believe me because I think I discovered why the cookies keep disappearing from the cookie jar,” the BabyGirl said, pausing for a moment to collect her little thoughts. “Okay, a’member when the cookie jar used to sit on the counter and the cookies kept magically disappearing from inside it and I told you that pixie fairies came into the kitchen from the back yard and took the cookies and sprinkled the cookie crumbs all over my bed?”

“Yes,” her Daddy said, biting his lower lip to keep his smile from growing.

“Okay, well that actually happened too, but I talked to the pixie fairies and told them that my Daddy wasn’t happy with them stealing the cookies and they told me to tell you that they’re very sorry and that they won’t do it again,” the BabyGirl explained with confidence.

“Well, that was very kind of them,” her Daddy said.

“I thought so, too,” the BabyGirl stated. “And a’member when I said that pixie fairies couldn’t open cupboard doors and that maybe you could put the cookie jar in the cupboard to keep the pixie fairies from stealing them?”

“Yes,” her Daddy said, giving up and smiling brightly at her.

“Well, as you have told me, there are more cookies missing from the cookie jar. This was a tremendous shock to me. So I did a little a’vestigating and found out what happened to the new missing cookies,” the BabyGirl stated clearly.

“Really?” her Daddy asked. “And what happened to them?”

“Daddy,” the BabyGirl said, finally arriving at her conclusion. “There’s an elf in the cookie jar cupboard and I think he’s eating all the cookies.”

“What’s this elf’s name?” her Daddy asked.

“I don’t know, but if I see him again, I’ll ask him for you,” the BabyGirl promised.

“Well, thank you Princess,” her Daddy said, hugging her, kissing the top of her head and patting her diapered bottom. “And when next you see this elf, please tell him to stop leaving cookie crumbs on your lips.”

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“25 Priceless Moments”