Cookie Monster

Last week while setting up for our ward game night, I suddenly noticed Everett sitting underneath a table in the hall. He was obviously trying to hide and be very quiet. I thought at first he was pooping (he enjoys his privacy), but at closer glance I found this:

He had taken a HUGE cookie and was trying to eat it in secret. I don't blame him. The Parks made fabulous cookies. I just can't figure out where all the food goes on this guy? It must head straight to his brain to nourish his devious plotting.