The boy is sticking his thumb in his mouth. He has a drink, Pepsi maybe, or something else. The dog is coming in the back door and thinking "give me some!" Take me home. Dogs don't think! The dog's name is Bingo and the little boy's name is Bob. He looks pretty ornery. He's thinking about stealing the cookies. It looks like he's eating something red. He might be dipping his cookie in his drink. The dog's coming in again. The pants that Bob is wearing are too short. He's out grown them. He's even got holes in both knees from sneaking around! They look like they're overalls. It's the 1950's because it looks the era I grew up and there's linoleum floor. His family is somewhere else. He is hiding in the basement because he's got all of the cookies in the beautiful cookie tin. He's keeping his eye out to see who's coming in. Bob think's he might be in trouble. Mom told him he couldn't have the whole can. If he's hiding from his siblings they probably don't get along with each other. The dog is going to jump in and have a cookie and then knock over the glass. Oh, he's in big trouble! Mom's not going to be happy. Mom can't stay mad too long because he's too cute. He's going to be a con man when he gets older because he's snacking the cookies.