The Lamp

From a Tumblr prompt

Uh oh!  Timmy thought. Mom's not gonna like this. The lamp laid there in pieces. She's gonna know I was playing soccer in the house. Timmy ran to the hall closet. Where is it? It's always here! Panicked, he ran into the kitchen. Ah There it is! Timmy grabbed the broom and dust pan and ran back to the living room. He swept up the pieces of his mom's favorite lamp and dumped the pan into the trash. Timmy looked at the clock. 5:00pm. "Whoo! Close one." he ran upstairs to his room.

Creak! Clonk!

"Timmy, I'm Home!"

"Hi mom!" he yelled from his bed.

"We're having tacos for dinner, your fav-"

She paused.

"Timmy!"

uh oh