The Crumbs Of A Plan

Our entire family (Mum, Dad, thirteen-year-old sister, me (eleven), and our youngest brother (five)) is out at the supermarket, shopping before a big holiday. A lot of sweet treats are on sale.

Youngest Brother: “Mum, can we get biscuits?”

Mum: “No.”

Youngest Brother: “But muuuum, I want biscuits.”

Mum: “No, they’re not on the list.”

Youngest Brother: “But I want the chocolate ones.”

Mum: “We can’t afford them.”

There was a pause before he loudly asked, within earshot of multiple customers and employees:

Youngest Brother: “Can we steal them?”

My sister and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Me: “Solution-oriented. I like it!”

Sister: “Kid’s going places! Probably prison, but still…”

We did not buy the chocolate biscuits… or steal them.