When Lily heard the front door slam at night, she rushed to her son’s room and found Gage eating cookies left by a secret visitor. This discovery unraveled a series of mysterious events.

One morning, I couldn’t find my hairbrush. I always kept it on my nightstand, but it wasn’t there. After searching, I found it in the living room. “I must be getting forgetful,” I thought. Similar incidents continued, like finding my keys in the refrigerator and shoes in the bathroom. “Maybe we have a ghost!” I joked with my husband.

Our son, Gage, usually full of energy, had become quiet and sleepy. “Gage, are you okay?” I asked, worried. He assured me he was fine, but I remained concerned. One night, I heard the front door close loudly. I rushed to Gage’s room and found him eating cookies. “Gage, what are you doing?” I whispered. He replied, “I’m eating cookies, Mommy.”

Checking the door cam footage, I was shocked to see my mother-in-law sneaking in with treats. When I confronted my husband, he found it amusing, but I insisted, “It’s not sweet. She’s disrupting his sleep and giving him too much sugar.” We agreed to address the issue with her.

I called my mother-in-law and said, “I know you’ve been visiting Gage at night. I saw the footage.” She admitted, “I just wanted to make him happy.” I suggested, “Why don’t you take him for a week?” By Thursday, she called, exhausted. “I didn’t realize how much he needs his sleep and how bad the sugar was affecting him.”

When I picked up Gage, he hugged me tightly. “I missed you, Mommy,” he said. I felt relieved, knowing we had resolved the issue and could return to a normal, happy home.