I had just stolen something from the fridge
in my cunning 5 year old way, and the task before me was to run through the living room, past the edge of the couch (on which my dad was relaxing), to make it into my room, where I would consume my forbidden fridge food.

I stuffed it under my nightie and walked past the side of the couch, trying too hard to look unsuspicious. I heard a distinct voice say "Woah, hold it!" and a distinct hand grab the back of my nightie.

I was pulling and pulling and making a scene, screaming and wailing about as I tried to untangle myself. I soon was out of my nightie and just in my undies (don't forget, I'm 5 years old). My dad proclaimed "Bloody hell!" after taking a step back and assessing the situation.

I was in a state of panic and took a run for it, thinking that my dad was enraged at the idea that I had stolen from the fridge. He darted after me, yelling "Wait!" and "No!", until I was in my room about to slam the door shut, until he put his foot in the door and took a hold of me.

All I heard from Dad was "uh oh", and he yelled for my mother to come to my room. Dad actually didn't care at all that I had taken food from the fridge.

He had just realized that I had the chicken pox.
(talbo, Mon 14 Aug 2006, 6:50, Reply)