Sometimes, ignorance was bliss… at least when Jeff Tracy's sons were involved. One-shot.

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"Virgil, where are Scott and Gordon?" Jeff asked, glancing at his second-eldest son, who was painting something on another one of the canvases that he had.

"Don't know, Dad."

Another duck, another room. "Alan? Do you know where Scott and Gordon are?" Useless; Alan was already asleep. Jeff checked his watch. It was nine o'clock. Jeff didn't know whether he should be grateful that Alan had put himself to bed or worried.

Resting his hand on Alan's forehead, Jeff smiled as he noticed that there was no fever. He smiled and made his way to the next room where he heard Scott and Gordon arguing.

"Where did you put it?" Gordon demanded, his face red. Jeff frowned, wondering if he should intervene. Usually, his sons could stop themselves, but not all the time.

"I don't have it!" Scott threw up his hands in frustration.

Okay, when Scott was frustrated, it was more than time to step in. Jeff stepped into the room. "What's wrong, boys?" he asked quietly.

"Scott stole my piece of cake," Gordon said. "That Grandma made."

"Hey, don't name-drop," Scott said angrily. "I didn't steal your cake."

A light dawned suddenly. "Oh… you mean the cheesecake? On the counter?" Jeff asked, with an embarrassed blush.

Both boys turned to face Jeff. "Yeah, that's the one," Gordon said.

"I may have thought that was fair game… and I may have possibly had two pieces," Jeff said with a wince.

"Oh," Gordon said. He grinned. "So does this mean you can get me another piece?"

"Sure," Jeff responded with a roll of his eyes. "But that's actually not what I wanted to talk to you boys about…"

"What?" Gordon asked, his full attention on his father.

"Your grandmother said that somehow a cupcake – unwrapped, mind you – traveled home with her. Care to explain?"

"What makes you so sure it was me?" Gordon asked.

"The look on your face gives it away," Scott responded. "Besides, if Dad's coming to us, it means he's probably already questioned everyone else."

Close enough.

"Well," Gordon responded, "I just wanted to give her a good-buy present… and I wanted to give her one she'd remember…"

"Yes, but Gordon, with frosting?" Jeff asked.

This prompted Gordon to start explaining, and Jeff closed his eyes, not at all sure he wanted to know how the cupcake ended up in his suitcase. Ignorance could certainly be bliss at times with his boys.