The Bandaid Bandit

The other day I was doing laundry, and noticed that I'd run about 25 bandaids through the washing machine and dryer. Strange.

The next day, more laundry, and I found a big wad of bandaids in one of Aaron's pockets. Not a brand we use here at home.

So, the next day, I asked Aaron about it. After some lying I learned that he took them from the gym at school. Of course, I was furious. Sure, it's just bandaids... but it's also stealing. Something Aaron hasn't done since the Compulsive Candy Cane Thievery of 2005.

While on the one hand I was embarassed and furious, on the other hand I was happy to have the opportunity to teach him about stealing when he's six and it's bandaids, and not when he's a teenager and stealing.... drugs. He needs to learn now that we pay cash for drugs, we don't steal them.  ;-)

So, today is the day that Aaron will deliver the apology letter I had him write and return the bandaids to his gym teacher.