You Dirty Crook

Last night Heather had her first volleyball game since she was pregnant. Ethan and I drove her to the Y and then headed out for some father-son shopping. First stop was the bookstore to grab the third book in the series I’m reading. Mission accomplished, no problems.

Our next stop was the grocery store to grab some subs for dinner. Since I wasn’t getting much I decided to just bring Ethan in his stroller. There was room underneath to store the subs, sodas, and chips.

We get to the deli and I place our order. While I’m waiting I notice the basket of chocolate chips cookies…yummmm. I can’t resist so I grab one to share with Heather and put it on the stroller. Subs are done so I grab those, drinks, some chips and head to checkout. Ethan is being perfect. He hasn’t made a peep and is busy gnawing on his animal cracker.

Woohoo, I get to use the express lane for a change. We’re in and out in about 5 minutes. As we’re strolling back to the car I notice something…the cookie! I never paid for it.

People warned me that when you have kids you will eventually become an unknowing thief. As much as I’d like to blame this one on fatherhood, Ethan was being perfect so I wasn’t distracted at all. I was just a bonehead.