Loved the story, as always! You were such an endearing child. I don't know how but your stories always make me feel warm and fuzzy and a little teary too.
My worst theft was rasberries. My parents were farmers, Christmas tree, berries and produce. I would get assigned to pick the raspberries and black rasperries, and Dad would say don't eat them all, but I got in the one for the mouth, two for the bucket for sure.
