Ok, so I guess my brothers aren't really that bad after all, but my Mom is crazy.
Rowan came out of the kitchen with a FANTASTIC looking cookie in his hand the other day. That was the most spectacular looking cookie I have ever seen. It was shaped like a buffalo and smelled of peanut butter. I wanted it so baddly I started doing a little jig I made up on the spot. Rowan told me to sit down, which I assumed was because he didn't like my dance (he can be such an artistic snob) but as soon as my freckled posterior touched the floor, he GAVE me his COOKIE!
Mom said, "YAY!" and clapped. Rowan seemed excited as well. They both told me I was a good girl (duh).
Then, my day got even better. I was walking down the hall to see what Mom was doing when an intoxicating smell caught me. I looked and saw Frodo leaving a small room I had never noticed before. On closer inspection I found several snacks laying loose in the tiny room! Apparently Fordo is an outstanding cook and makes these snacks every day. I was in the middle of sampling a few when Mom came out of the bedroom and started yelling and carrying on. I sat down like I did for Rowan's cookie but for some reason she didn't calm down. She started yelling "Ewwww, Ewwww! Nooo!" This really freaked me out, so I did the only thing I could think of....I grabbed my remaining snacks and ran for the coffee table, Mom screaming behind me the whole way.
I really don't see what the big deal was. Frodo wasn't eatting them and there are plenty to go around. Apparently, they're called Kitty Krunchies.