Forbidden Lunch (Rope, Telephone, Sugar, Lunch, Pirate)

I lick my sticky fingers as I totter back toward the front door after lunch. Sugar crumbs and cinnamon specks freckle my face. Cinnamon sugar toast is a secret passion of mine. Good thing mommy is at work. I drag my rope behind me and return to Jeffrey's yard. "I'm the pirate!" I yell. Jeffrey nods. He gets on his knees and begs for mercy. I tie up his hands with the rope, and tell him to walk the plank. Later, we go into his house and play cops and robbers. I'm the cop, of course. I chase Jeffrey down and handcuff him. Just when I'm about to put him in jail, Jeffrey's grandmother comes in. "Your mother is on the telephone."