"Chris! Chris, get back here right this instant!"
He peered at his mother through the slivers behind the smooth wooden screen, fingers chubby and sticky against it. His left hand slipped down to the cool, concrete floor, pawing around, and then clutching a few round objects. He bunched them in his fist and stuffed them in his mouth, the taste savoury sweet and chewy-crunchy.
He watched her anxiously, gaze tinged with desperation, as he tried in vain to eat as many boiled sweets as he could before she caught him.