I went to change Ruthie’s diaper the other night after she had spent the afternoon with Mimi, and when I undid her onesie a rosary came spilling out. That’s just how blessed my mom’s house is!
Actually my first thought was more along the lines of, “You little stinker!” That was her second act of petty larceny in one day, having already slipped a tube of craft paint into my purse at WalMart that morning. I didn’t discover it until we got out to the car and I was looking for my keys. Back into the store, kids!
So far I have only had one other shoplifting incident with my girls, and it was also pretty innocent. While
cursing at concentrating on the self-checkout station at the grocery store, I didn’t notice that Margot had started to help herself from the display of chocolate covered pretzels right next to the cart. She had generously shared some with her little sister as well. There goes another $2.
The pretzel thing was definitely a teachable moment, though, since Margot is 3 now and needs to know better than to just start eating something that I haven’t given her. Beyond that, however, how much of right and wrong can she really understand at this age? I know we McSisters have discussed among ourselves the whole issue of lying — at what age does it actually become a lie and something they ought to be punished for? Since Jane is the only one among us (other than Mimi!) with children who have reached the age of reason, I’m hoping she can guide the rest of us through these issues of parenting older children.
For now I just have to keep a better eye on Ruthie’s sticky fingers.