Alex peeked around the doorframe of the drawing room. The draperies were shut, and in the old rocking chair his grandmother seemed to have dozed off. Perfect! Ever so slowly, he crept across the old wooden floor to the cupboard beside the fireplace and -oh so carefully- opened the top drawer. He stood on tiptoe, fished around and barely surpressed a yelp of triumph when his fingers (one for each of his years, thumb not included) found the unmistakable shape of a key. A slow glance assured him grandma remained motionless, and off he was; across the room and toward the kitchen, where sweet temptation beckoned. After what seemed an eternity he made it to the kitchen cupboard, and held his breath as his hand solemnly rose to insert the key.

From the darkened room, grandma's cracking voice made him jump in surprise:

'All this soda will make your teeth shatter!'