“No! Not the fridge door!”Dad shouted. I peered into the fridge as it creaked open. It looked amazing. There was cakes and tubs of ice cream.

“Don’t tell mum!”Dad whispered.

“You said you were on a diet right?”I asked.

“Yeah,”Dad answered. “How about this? I let you eat the ice cream and cakes and you won’t tell Mum,”Dad mentioned.

“Sure!”I agreed. Since then, I ate abnormal amounts of ice cream without Mum noticing. During midnight I would sneak out of bed and sit next to the fridge and eat ice cream.