#ConfessionFriday

I was an accidental 7yo thief, and my Grandma was an accomplice!

Me and Grandma went to the store for groceries. They had this brown faux leather wallet for $8. It had the slit for bills and like one ID pocket and one 'other' pocket. So, it was a super basic wallet. But in my mind... having a wallet in elementary school would put me a level up over the other 2nd Graders... cuz it was seen as a mature/adult accessory. The only things I was gonna put in it were pictures and lunch money. So, I begged Grandma for it.

Grandma agreed to buy it but wanted to keep it separate from her grocery basket. She told me to hang on to it. I put it in my back pocket to see how it felt to carry it and told myself I'd grab it when we get to the line. Well, fast forward... Grandma paid for all the groceries and we walked out of the store. When I sat down in the car, I felt this weird, bulky, uncomfortable feeling under my booty. Then it hit me! And I pulled it out and said "Grandma... Im sorry. I forgot this was in my back pocket. It's the wallet!" Then Grandma said "Oh shoot! Well, I ont feel like goin back in now. Just hang on to it."

Well... Grandma never mentioned it again. BUT... in my 7yo mind... I knew I had stolen it and the police would be looking for me. So after a couple days... I just threw it in our trash bin outside, in tact with the tag and everything. I never even took it to school or used it at all. I dont even think I told Grandma I threw it away. All I knew... is that I didnt want to be caught with a stolen wallet in my pocket!

P.S. to Readers: Yes, I did say 'my booty' earlier. That's what I used to say back then. Now... I say "butt" when referring to my own bottom. But I was sharing the story as I recalled it from a 7yo mind. So... "booty".

P.S. to Grandma: Sorry for snitching!!