ASSIGNMENT 03: Short Story Through a Child's Eyes

I like cookies very much but my mommy tells me that I mustn't spoil my appetite. I'm smarter than I let her think because when she turns her back I’m quick to try and sneak some. But mom is smart too and she puts the cookies on top of the fridge. I’m lucky though, because my sisters are older and taller. But we still can’t reach the fridge no matter how much we jump and try. Then all of a sudden I get an idea from the t.v from what I watched on the Rugrats. I tell my older sister Amanda to kneel on the floor before telling my other sister Danielle to climb on top of her so that I can climb and reach the cookies. Just like Tommy, only Amanda has to be Chuckie and Danielle has to be Phil and Lil. So I climb on top of my sisters and I reach up to grab the jar and get some cookies for us. Hurridly I climb down and we eat hurryidly so that mom won’t know. We smile and high five for a job well done. Mom doesn’t know we keep having snacks and keeps yelling at Uncle John to stop eating our snacks. Its really funny cause he’s not, but he keeps getting in trouble for it. We smile because she doesn’t know its us. We wait for mom to leave the kitchen before we try and get more cookies. Amanda kneels down and Danielle is next to try and get some, but when I try I hear my mom and it scares me. So I stop and look and she’s watching us next to my Aunt Chrissy. She looks really mad and it scares me, so I don’t look at her. I’d rather watch my toes curl so I don’t have to see her look mad at me.

“Go to your room!” She yells at us and we run to our room before we sit on our beds and feel bad. We should have listened to mom when she said to stay out of the snacks. Mom comes in after a while and tells us we’re grounded for breaking the rules and we nod. We know we did bad, but the cookies were really good. Mom takes some toys away and tells us we have to stay in the room until dinner time, but we know tomorrow when we go to school that we’ll have cookies. Cause mom loves us and she tells us so when she leaves us notes in our lunches. Even when we do bad stuff she loves us. That’s why I love her.

So when she calls us to eat I tell her I'm sorry. She just smiles and tells me she knows and that next time I'll be in big trouble. Since mom has forgiven me I feel much better and I don't feel bad anymore. What's even better is I get to have my favorite food for dinner, TACOS! Yum!