I was just wandering around the kitchen while trying to decide what to make for lunch.
Michael's basket of KFC was sitting in the refrigerator and I knew that he didn't like other people touching it.
"It wouldn't hurt for me to take just one little bite, would it"?
So, there I was.
Stealing a KFC chicken leg from the basket.
Just as I finished eating it, Michael came home from recording songs in his studio.
He was looking forward to having a lunch break with me.
But when he got to the kitchen, his eyes went wide.
"F/N, what ARE YOU DOING WITH MY KFC"?
He asked me.
"Um...nothing"?
I sheepishly laughed and then took off running.
Michael chased me all around the house and when he finally caught me, I screamed and he put a hand on my mouth.
"You've been a naughty little girl".
He carried me back to the kitchen and then he put a chair in the corner of the wall.
"Sit down".
I couldn't believe I was being put in a time-out.
Michael walked to the refrigerator and then he took out his KFC basket, and he put the rest of the chicken leg meal on a plate and warmed them up in the microwave.
I watched as he sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat his lunch.
