So I bake a chocolate zuccini cake. I take it out of the oven and put on a rack to cool. I go upstairs to fold some laundry when I hear the phone ringing. I run down the stairs and Pick up the phone and see:

ACK! Half of my cake is GONE!!
NIYA!
Needless to say I hung up the phone. I can't believe she ate exactly half of the cake! Is it because she's polite or because she was caught just in time? We'll never know. For those keeping score:
Niya: 1073
Mom: 0
Maybe I should rename this site to Dumb Debbie and the Bad Doggies...