Fairies and Chocolate

Remember back in my Friends: Emma post I said my most prominent memory from our childhood together was the fairy and the chocolate eggs, well, here's what happened. Back when we were in first grade, maybe second grade, so younger than we were in this picture, we stole chocolate eggs. It was around Easter time and her family had this gigantic box of chocolate eggs and as younglings we really liked candy. I mean, I still do like candy I just like ice cream more. Her mom said we could have two chocolate eggs, and then she went upstairs to take a nap. I guess since Emma was the oldest she was supposed to be responsible, but hey, we were like six or seven. So anyway, when we were little, Emma and I spent 90% of our time at her house down in her basement where all the toys and stuff were. Those two chocolate eggs were delicious, and since Emma's mom was upstairs taking a nap, we decided the only logical thing to do was to get more. So up the stairs we went and into the pantry. Taking handfuls and bundling a bunch of eggs into our shirts, we snuck back downstairs. I just sat by the trash can eating my share of the eggs and throwing out the wrappers, but Emma thought that her parents would see the wrappers in the trash, so she sat by the furniture and tucked the wrappers under there. I'm pretty sure several trips were made up the stairs and into the pantry to get more chocolate.
After maybe the second trip or possibly the third Emma started getting anxious about her mom coming downstairs and she was fiddling with this fairy toy that if you pull at the edges it will go higher. 

And so our brilliant minds came up with this idea, completely forgetting the whole 'taking a nap' thing. The fairy staying up must have been what was keeping her mom upstairs instead of coming into the basement! SO Emma and I took turns keeping the fairy up, then, since we were on a roll with these bright ideas, we came up with another idea, if we put our hair into her parents' possessions we could track them. Yeah, don't even ask me what logic that was. After going into her small bathroom in the basement we used those child scissors and cut of pieces of our hair. We put my strand in her mom's shoe and when her dad came home Emma was super sneaky by slipping the hair in his pocket when she hugged him. Except she wasn't, so her dad pulled the hair out of his back pocket and I'm pretty sure Emma got in some trouble after I left. And then of course, the next day her family moved their furniture around in the basement and discovered all the candy wrappers under the furniture, they never even looked in the trash, but Emma got in more trouble after that. And that is my most memorable childhood memory with Emma.