No Black-lights Needed

So the other night, I tore back the covers to my perfectly heated bed (thanks to the mattress pad warmer that every house in America should have) to find this:


Apparently there was a party involving cupcakes in my bed and I was NOT invited.

I can only imagine what was going through the minds of two small people when they secretly hid under the covers, secretly snarfed down cupcakes, secretly pulled the comforter over the crumbs, and secretly sneaked out of the room.

It does not take a CSI-caliber detective to find the mistake the criminals made. Leaving 100% of the evidence at the crime scene and just covering it up does not really throw a super-cop like myself off-track.

My, they are tricky.