Penny theft

This little boy is a stinker, can't you tell?

Deacon had a handful of pennies yesterday while we were in Faith's kindergarten room. He asked me to hold them since he didn't have pockets. This morning I gave him those pennies to put in his piggy bank. That's when he started spilling his guts.

"Mommy, do you know where I got these pennies?"

I didn't know.

"I took them from a jar in sissy's classroom by the teacher's desk"

"Deacon, that's not nice, those aren't your pennies!"

"Oh, I mean I found them at home."

Oh the backtracking story of a liar. Then I had to pry the pennies from Deacon's little sticky fingers.

We took the pennies back to school this morning. My son hid and covered his face, but I made him stand in front of the Kindergarten teacher while I told her that he was sorry, he didn't know it yet, but he was.

It was just a few pennies, but you know how it goes: penny theft leads to petty theft and before you know it, you've got grand larceny on your hands.