Naughty Alysha «WORKING BUNDLE»

Step one: Distraction. Alysha “accidentally” knocked over a tower of plastic cups. They clattered like cheap wind chimes. Kevin glanced up, sighed, and resumed scrolling. Perfect. His threshold for chaos was pathetically low.

"Did you just—" Kevin started.

Her emergency was now. The babysitter, Kevin, was face-down in his phone, earbuds in, oblivious to the quiet apocalypse unfolding in the kitchen. naughty alysha

Naughty Alysha didn't break rules. She proved they were just suggestions for lesser criminals. Step one: Distraction

Step two: The Approach. She tiptoed, not with stealth, but with the exaggerated cartoon sneak of a cat burglar in a silent film. She slid across the linoleum in her socked feet, a tiny wraith with a mission. Kevin glanced up, sighed, and resumed scrolling

Kevin stared. Alysha licked her fingers, one by one, then padded back to the living room, leaving a single, perfect crumb on the carpet as her signature.

Naughty Alysha knew the exact weight of a cookie on her palm. She knew the precise decibel of a floorboard’s groan. And she knew, with the cold certainty of a seven-year-old mastermind, that the “emergency only” chocolate stash in Mom’s top drawer was not, in fact, for emergencies.