Biscuits

Frieda Noose opened the biscuit tin and stared open mouthed into it. The tin was empty, and only crumbs were left. Since the biscuits were kept in one of the higher up cupboards, she was sure her one and a half year old son Sol couldn't have been the culprit. She went to the kitchen, where her family was having breakfast. Sol had started to use a spoon when he was thirteen months old. He was still a messy eater, but was stubborn like his father and refused to be helped. In Frieda's short absence Sol had managed to get cereals everywhere. His nearly five year old sister was helping herself to another portion of Apple Jacks. "Casey, have you taken the Favorite Teddy Bear Biscuits?" Frieda asked. She knew the one with banana were Casey's favorite. Casey looked up, stopping what she was doing. "No, Mummy." Casey replied, but giggled. Frieda gave her a sharp look. She then realized Casey giggled, because her father was suddenly quite fascinated with the packaging of the Apple Jacks and had turned a little bit red in the face. "Coldham Fintan, did you eat them?" He looked up; his facial expression was slightly sheepish. "Yes, Ma'am." "Sir, what do we tell Casey and Sol regarding snacking?" Frieda asked sternly. Casey grinned from one ear to the other. Sol was pre-occupied with shoveling Apple Jacks into his mouth and ignored his mother's tone. Fin, as Coldham Fintan was called, looked his wife into the eyes, finding it hard to suppress his amusement, because she lectured him as she would have the kids, if they had been up to no good. "We tell them one biscuit is okay, but not too many, because it spoils the appetite and isn't all too healthy." He replied. "Okay, and why did you eat them?" "Well, when I returned from work last night I felt a bit peckish, but was too tired to cook and didn't want to wake you, so I checked what was there, and the biscuits were just right." Frieda let Fin off with a warning and threatened he wouldn't get any biscuits for a whole week, if he continued to set a bad example for the kids and started unhealthy habits. Fin promised to be a good boy. Frieda's lips twitched at Fin's ironic reply. Of course Frieda knew exactly Fin could and would do what he liked. If he decided to live from cookies alone for a month, she couldn't stop him. Sol still wasn't paying any attention what was going on between the adults, but Casey was delighted her father was told off and took her mother's threat serious.

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