A Little Mishap with Cookies

Daddy, I'm not sure how it happened. Maybe I was just feeling a bit of rebellion, or maybe I was simply hungry and the temptation got the better of me. But there I stood in front of that plate of cookies, Mama had said no before she left for her meeting, but my little mouth disobeyed. I took two bites from one cookie, then another bite from another, until suddenly, a full third cookie met its doom under my naughty fingers. When Mama came back and caught me red-handed (or rather, with crumbs), I felt that familiar sting in my chest as she reminded me of the rule about not eating before dinner. But despite the little spanking, those sweet little treats made it all worthwhile.