I just love this expression. We had gotten out of the bath and into our pajamas, but had yet to brush our hair. He decided to roam around a bit before he came up and inquired of me, not whether he could get his hair brushed or not, but how much of my cookie he could weasel out of me. However, we eventually got all of his silky blond hair dried and brushed and he was free to go .
Once we finished, he crawled around in search of cookie crumbs in the carpet. Not french frys from lunch nor cookie crumbs from desert nor Cherrios from breakfast that have fallen upon the floor are safe from the roaming, nibbling bandit! I will admit, my housekeeping prowess is proven by the fact that at least what he finds on the carpet to munch on is (usually) from today.