The chair wasn't that heavy, not if he put everything he had into moving it. That wasn't the real problem. His issue was noise, no matter how hard he tried, the legs of that chair always squalled on the floorboards. Of course he'd only recently figured out that this was how he kept being stopped short of his goal. Someone always put an end to his endeavors.
Rochelle, and mommy usually just picked him up and removed him from the kitchen. Sophie would always break his heart though by insisting that she'd tell on him. Niko didn't want much, just access. It was warm today though, Sophie was outside giving her brothers a hard time. Niko wouldn't have a better opportunity than now. But how to get that chair from the table to the counter without setting off the bothersome alarm in the floor.
He'd tried to pull it once, that had worked pretty good, until the chair overbalanced and came crashing down. He'd been faster than it, narrowly avoiding being buried by the wooden back. He'd seen a way to get up there that didn't require the chair, but he hadn't quite worked out how to undo the locks on the cabinet doors. Even if he could he wasn't sure he would use that way. He was far too invested in getting the chair there quietly.
It was a game of inches, and he was learning to be very patient. Niko pushed, the chair moved but only a little. Another push, and the wooden monstrosity nudged a little further. Yes, this could work! No one had come yet, the legs had scraped, but only a little this time. Halfway there the operation came to a screeching halt. Sure, he'd heard the voice through the door saying it was too quiet. He didn't know what that meant though. It wasn't any quieter than when he was in his room and the sun had gone to bed.
Rochelle stepped through the door and fixed her gaze on him. Niko gave her his best grin, the one that said he was surely being good despite any evidence to the contrary. For some reason that only made her face grow more stern. The look made him feel sad inside, tears welled in eyes that were perhaps a shade to light to be called brown. He looked to the counter, he'd been so close to, then back to Rochelle. The tears unstoppered and flowing freely. "I has cookie?"
Rochelle, and mommy usually just picked him up and removed him from the kitchen. Sophie would always break his heart though by insisting that she'd tell on him. Niko didn't want much, just access. It was warm today though, Sophie was outside giving her brothers a hard time. Niko wouldn't have a better opportunity than now. But how to get that chair from the table to the counter without setting off the bothersome alarm in the floor.
He'd tried to pull it once, that had worked pretty good, until the chair overbalanced and came crashing down. He'd been faster than it, narrowly avoiding being buried by the wooden back. He'd seen a way to get up there that didn't require the chair, but he hadn't quite worked out how to undo the locks on the cabinet doors. Even if he could he wasn't sure he would use that way. He was far too invested in getting the chair there quietly.
It was a game of inches, and he was learning to be very patient. Niko pushed, the chair moved but only a little. Another push, and the wooden monstrosity nudged a little further. Yes, this could work! No one had come yet, the legs had scraped, but only a little this time. Halfway there the operation came to a screeching halt. Sure, he'd heard the voice through the door saying it was too quiet. He didn't know what that meant though. It wasn't any quieter than when he was in his room and the sun had gone to bed.
Rochelle stepped through the door and fixed her gaze on him. Niko gave her his best grin, the one that said he was surely being good despite any evidence to the contrary. For some reason that only made her face grow more stern. The look made him feel sad inside, tears welled in eyes that were perhaps a shade to light to be called brown. He looked to the counter, he'd been so close to, then back to Rochelle. The tears unstoppered and flowing freely. "I has cookie?"