Yesterday I took T, S, C and S's friend to a few stores to run errands. We made it through both stores and at the checkout a lady informed me that T had put something in his pocket.

I was one very unhappy camper. I told T to empty those pockets and found (not that I was doubting that lady) two little cylindrical packages.

The kids was trying to steal ROLAIDS.

I was still mortified because, come on, the kids knows better.

But inside I also had to laugh that the kid tried to take antacids of all things.

And then on the way home I asked him what I always tell people I love about him. He became very somber and said that he always told the truth.

I'm hoping that's the end of it.