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Theodore can’t deny the proof found on his hands and face.
I asked Theodore if he had slipped into the kitchen and eaten one of the hot dogs from my plate. He answered with a question, “Daddy share your hot dogs?” I said that I did. He said, “Oh, thank you Daddy, my hands are dirty.” We got him cleaned up, but the this look suits him well, and he does love hot dogs well done.