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"Did you just—" Kevin started.

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. naughty alysha

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. "Did you just—" Kevin started

Naughty Alysha didn't break rules. She proved they were just suggestions for lesser criminals. She slid across the linoleum in her socked

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.

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