Oopsie!

So here I am, feeling all grown-up and stuff, but then I did something so childish it made me want to shrink down into a tiny version of myself. See, my Daddy has this rule about dessert before dinner, no matter how much I beg or pout, he’s got his foot down. But today? Today, my sweet tooth won’t be denied. There was this big jar of cookies in the kitchen that just called out to me as soon as I walked into the house. It’s not like it was a secret stash or anything; Daddy knows about every single treat in the house. Yet there I was, sneaking one (okay, two) right before dinner because I knew he’d say no if he found out. Now here I am, feeling all guilty and little as I imagine him scolding me later for breaking his rule. Sometimes being a grown-up just means acting like a kid.