Refrigerator Raider

Back from school, I heard the boys rummaging in the freezer for post-class snacks. Because the peanuts and Starburst they shared with Heidi at three o’clock weren’t enough to hold them over.

Popsicles.

I didn’t stop them.

After awhile, the rustling of wrappers stopped, and everything was quiet while they chomped. Shortly later, I heard the freezer door open again. This time, Puck was on it.

“YALI! CAUGHT IN MID-CRIME!”

“AAAAAAH!”

And darned if that little nut didn’t try it again after dinner when Puck and I left for basketball practice. Driving around the corner, we could see the side door open as his little silhouette leaned out to make sure we were actually gone.

“Puck, run back there and make sure the door shuts all the way so he can’t get out,” I told him, just in case Oxbear didn’t catch the miscreant in time.

When Puck hustled back to the car, he was laughing. “I walked inside and that little stinker was raiding the fridge! He was being sneaky!”