Being Sneaky

Being Sneaky

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Mike.”

“Relax. We’re not doing anything terrible.”

“I know, but it feels bad.”

“How does this feel bad?”

“Its just, she worked so hard on this, and we’re gonna go and ruin it.”

“Rob, we aren’t four years old anymore. What we’re doing is perfectly fine.”

“I still feel bad though, I mean did you smell the kitchen this morning?”

“Rob,”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Robert? Micheal? Are you two sneaking cookies? Teddy’s birthday dinner is in less than half an hour; can’t the two of you wait? After all the hard work I did; you two go and ruin your appetites.”

“Mum, its just a cookie!”

“If it’s just a cookie why are you two sneaking around?”

“She has a point you know.”

“Robert shut up.”

“Well?”

“Mum, we’ve been out all day, and we’re famished, and a few cookies would defiantly not fill us up so there would be tons of room for your fabulous cooking.”

“You better hope there is.”

“I told you this was a bad idea.”

“No, you just told me that you felt bad.”

“It’s the same thing…”

“Shut up Rob.”