Yesterday I told my kids about the time I stole a pack of bubble gum from the store. I was about 6-years-old. I really wanted bubble gum and my mom said “no.” I said, “yes” and I slipped it in my pocket.
Because I was a very generous and thoughtful thief, I offered a piece to my big brother Jared once I got home. He promptly turned me in and I found myself apologizing to the store manager and paying for the gum out of my piggy bank. (Note to self: Big brothers are not cool.)