Yesterday the kids and I went to the dollar store to pick up a gift bag before we went to celebrate December birthdays with my family. While I was checking out, Matt (who is 3 1/2 years old) became mesmerized by a blue plastic necklace that had a huge lock hanging from it. He asked if he could get it, and of course I said “no” and told him to keep his hands off of it. A few stops later, we pulled into the parking lot of a Barnes and Noble, and out came the lovely necklace from his pocket. I couldn’t believe he had shoved it away without me noticing. We sat in the car and had a long conversation about what it means to steal. We were finishing up our talk, and Paige looks straight at him and said “Matt you’re a robber.” So, there you go, my son is a robber.