My Family Conversation Series: The Habit of Snacking

One day.

On the dining table,
the fried chicken for dinner had been set out.

It was a perfect golden brown.

It looked delicious just to look at.

I quietly checked my surroundings.

My mother was busy doing something else.

Alright.

I can do it now.

Thinking that,
I reached out toward the fried chicken, and just then.

My mother said.

You're trying to sneak a snack, aren't you?

I jumped.

I hadn't even
touched the fried chicken yet.

How did she know?

Having been seen through so perfectly,
I couldn't help but ask.

How did you know?

Then my mother,
with a look as if it were obvious, said.

You just chuckled, didn't you?

...Chuckled?

My mother continued.

"You know, you've always
laughed before you pull a prank."

That's ridiculous.

Was I really such an easy person to read?

If anything, I
thought I had a poker face.

I thought I was
completely maintaining my composure.

Apparently, before I commit a misdeed,
I unconsciously give a warning.

Heh heh.