I held the yellow bag in my hands as if it were gold. I dug my hand into the bag, pulling out a handful of M & M’s. I lowered the bag down a little lower, so my brother Jason could have some. He took his fat, little hands and quickly grabbed some candy, shoving it into his mouth. It was so good, so sweet. It melted in our mouths as we savored the taste. I looked up and there in doorway was my mom. She took the yellow bag from my hands, yelling that she hadn’t made dinner. I looked at my brother, shocked that I no longer had my M & M’s.

Walking up the stairs I could hear my mom on the phone. I quietly went back into the play room, telling Jason to be quiet. I grabbed a pair of scissors and tip toed my way back up the stairs. I stayed hidden, making my way into the pantry while my moms’ back was turned. I stood like a statue praying she wouldn’t see me. As I held my breath I searched for the yellow bag. I slowly turned and grabbed it, making sure the plastic wouldn’t make any noise. I was terrified that if I was caught, she’d yell at me. I waited till her back was turned once again and darted down the stairs, locking the door to the playroom behind me.

I took the elastic band off the bag and began eating once again. Jason and I began laughing at the thought that we did something wrong. As we ate handfuls of candy, we continued to play. I went back to my Polly Pockets and Jason played with his John Deer Tractors. Just when I thought I got away with it, the knob turned. It was my mom. My heart stopped as she tried getting into the room. I took the bag and quickly shoved it into a drawer, holding the scissors behind my back. Jason unlocked the door and we stood there, side by side, waiting for her to leave. She asked us some questions about the candy, where I did most of the talking. I thought we got away with it, I thought my candy theft would go unknown. Little did I know Jason and I had candy all over our faces.

My mom took the scissors from my hands and made me give her the M & M’s. She left once again with the yellow bag, although this time I didn’t want it.

Fast forward ten years and that’s my moms favorite story. She goes into detail about the noise she heard on the other end of the door and the laughter she held back after seeing our chocolate covered faces. Looking back on it I can’t believe I was dumb enough to steal the candy. I also have a difficult time believing I was that stealthy. That’s also not the dynamic between my brother and I anymore..I make him do the work now.