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TM #223 - "I swear I didn't put those..."
Mar. 22nd, 2008 11:37 pm"I swear I didn't put those Easter baskets in the kids' bedrooms," I remember my mother saying to my Dad.
This was Easter morning when I was eight years old. My mother had spied me with a ring of milk chocolate around my lips.
"Chuck sweetie?" she began.
"Mmm?" I answered, still with a bite of chocolate bunny in my mouth.
"Did you wake up early and get your Easter basket?"
I first tried to shake my head, but she shot me a look that basically said, "I know you did." So I nodded sadly.
"How did you find it?" she asked.
"Well," I began, feeling guilty, "Last year you hid our baskets in the towel closet. And the year before that, you hid them in the kitchen cupboards. So...um...Ellie and I looked in the towel closet and then in the kitchen cupboards. And then we found them. And you and Dad were still asleep and we uh...well, helped ourselves."
"Your sister found her basket too?" my mother asked. I could tell by what she said that she already knew, but I think she wanted me to confess this fact.
I nodded and my Dad went into Ellie's room.
My mother shook her head. "Chuck, you and Ellie were supposed to wait for us to wake up before you got your baskets. I'm very disappointed in you."
I bowed my head.
"Hand over your basket," my mom commanded, holding her right hand out.
I timidly handed the basket over. Most of the candy was still in it, but the chocolate bunny was currently headless.
"You and Ellie won't get any candy for the rest of the day."
I sighed.
"Now c'mon," she said, motioning for me to follow. "Let's get you cleaned up."
And as I stood in the bathroom while my mother washed the chocolate off my face, I heard Ellie scream, "You tattled, Chuck!" and growl before storming off in a huff.
Despite getting caught, it still was a good Easter though. Ellie, my Dad, my mother and I went out for dinner at nice restaurant. My Dad wasn't around much, so it was great for the four of us to be together.
Sadly, this isn't possible anymore...
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 370
This was Easter morning when I was eight years old. My mother had spied me with a ring of milk chocolate around my lips.
"Chuck sweetie?" she began.
"Mmm?" I answered, still with a bite of chocolate bunny in my mouth.
"Did you wake up early and get your Easter basket?"
I first tried to shake my head, but she shot me a look that basically said, "I know you did." So I nodded sadly.
"How did you find it?" she asked.
"Well," I began, feeling guilty, "Last year you hid our baskets in the towel closet. And the year before that, you hid them in the kitchen cupboards. So...um...Ellie and I looked in the towel closet and then in the kitchen cupboards. And then we found them. And you and Dad were still asleep and we uh...well, helped ourselves."
"Your sister found her basket too?" my mother asked. I could tell by what she said that she already knew, but I think she wanted me to confess this fact.
I nodded and my Dad went into Ellie's room.
My mother shook her head. "Chuck, you and Ellie were supposed to wait for us to wake up before you got your baskets. I'm very disappointed in you."
I bowed my head.
"Hand over your basket," my mom commanded, holding her right hand out.
I timidly handed the basket over. Most of the candy was still in it, but the chocolate bunny was currently headless.
"You and Ellie won't get any candy for the rest of the day."
I sighed.
"Now c'mon," she said, motioning for me to follow. "Let's get you cleaned up."
And as I stood in the bathroom while my mother washed the chocolate off my face, I heard Ellie scream, "You tattled, Chuck!" and growl before storming off in a huff.
Despite getting caught, it still was a good Easter though. Ellie, my Dad, my mother and I went out for dinner at nice restaurant. My Dad wasn't around much, so it was great for the four of us to be together.
Sadly, this isn't possible anymore...
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 370
