This is what happens when you come home way after midnight from work, and eat chocolate candy that was given as a gift to your son.

You wake up in the morning to discover he’s made a federal case out of it, right down to roping off the “crime scene” and inventorying the “evidence” with little cards.

Here’s one exhibit of a wadded-up candy wrapper I had left behind.

Then there is the bag that once had contained chocolate.

Rotten kid.

Clearly next time I have to do a better job of hiding the evidence.

Urp!