We opened a little box of chocolates, and each had one. I put the box, with a few left in it, on the kitchen bench, supposedly out of Lillian’s sight and reach.
Later as I came into the kitchen, I saw Lillian scurrying away, exuding mischief in every move, and hiding a chocolate in her little fist.
She watched carefully as I put the box on the shelf above the refrigerator. Surely, I thought, they would be safe there.
When we next returned to the kitchen, we found her blue potty box by the fridge. On top of that, balancing quite stably, was her white wooden dining chair. Lillian was nowhere to be seen.
But on the shelf, the box of chocolates was empty…