Last year my daughter, 8 at the time, went on a bit of a stealing spree. She took some earrings from the local toy store, gum from a convenience store, markers from her classroom and $1000 from our local ATM.
(Okay, the ATM thing isn’t true, mostly because with five kids I just don’t have the time to teach her ATM skimming.)
Of course, I made her return all the stuff and judging from the reaction at the toy store, she was the 5th kid that day to be dragged in by their parents to return stolen crap. The sales girl was like, “Oh yeah. No problem. Just put the stuff back. See you soon.”
My daughter is now on the straight and narrow but will periodically disclose some infraction from her shady past. The kid apparently wants a clear conscious. But because she’s too nervous to tell us in person, she leaves a note by our bed.
Here’s the note I got this week…
If you don’t read messy 3rd grade writing, here is the translation…
“Once I was at a pizza place and I think Tommy Tom (her grandfather) told me only water but I got Sprite.”
Can you believe it?! She pulled a fast one on granddad and got Sprite instead of water. Crafty girl.
In her defense, I thought Sprite was delicious when I was a kid. And I thought water tasted like the devil’s drink.
So she’s totally forgiven.