That’s my defense. It was purple and sparkly. The eraser, that is. And I stole it.
Let me back up. I was in first grade, and was out shopping with my mom. At the time I had a strange penchant for carrying plastic bags around, and I remember asking for one at the Disney Store. For the record, I have no idea why my mom brought a 6 year old and a 1 year old into the Disney Store, but I distinctly remember carrying that bag around.
We were on our way out, and walking through a department store. I was swinging the bag and there was a small purple sparkly eraser in it. The strange thing is, I don’t remember how it got there. I can tell you how I think it got there. My 6 year old self saw that sparkly eraser and needed it. Knowing mom wouldn’t buy it for me, I slipped it into my large Disney Store bag, probably figuring no one would notice.
So here I was, swinging my bag around, on our way out of the department store when something weird happened. My mom knew I’d stolen something. I can only assume it’s a super power acquired in Mommy School which I have yet to attend, but she just knew. To this day I still don’t know how. So, right beside a display of Polo shirts she made me open my bag and show her what was inside. Then, we went to a register and paid. I was allowed to keep the eraser and used it in school.
The thing is, I felt guilty every time I used it. Clearly another mommy tactic to teach me a lesson.
This post inspired by Mama Kat’s Losin It writing prompt, write about a time you stole something.