When I sat down with my son on Friday, he seemed a little dejected until…

Son: Dad, Mom hid the cookies and I can’t find ‘em.
Me: Oh? You’ve been looking for them, eh?
Son: Yah. But she hid ‘em really well.
Me: Hmm. She’s a good hider.
Son: Yah.
Me: Yah. Anyway, it’s close to dinner and—
Son: Oh! I know! I didn’t check the pot drawer!
Me: The pot… the what?
Son: You know. Where the pots and pans are!

Oh. That pot drawer.