Some Things Never Change

I remember when we were little and living in California sneaking into the kitchen to get to the cookie jar while my parents were in the living room watching tv. We were supposed to be in bed. Me and my brother would put on our super soft knitted slippers from my grandmother. We found after several attempts that they slid much better. We would both try to slide across the kitchen floor and grab a couple of cookies...without being heard. My brother was the best at this. He had the perfect slide and was quick on the cookie draw. Sure we got busted a few times, but the fun came from the excitement of the sneak. If we made it without being caught we would sit together in the hallway and eat the prized cookies.

Me and Bob were laying in bed watching a movie after putting the boys to bed...or so we thought. I am not sure how long he was sitting there, but I looked over to find Aid sitting in the dark hallway reading his book! I pointed it out to Bob who said, "I thought I heard him." I said, "Aid get back to bed," and heard the scamper of his little feet.

I just went to check in on them and he had in fact gone back to bed and was holding onto his book. It brought me back to the memory of me and my brother and the cookie jar and I had to chuckle. I wondered how long he was in the hallway before we noticed him. And if he was as pleased with himself as I was when I slid across my kitchen floor in my slippers.

Some things just never change.