You can’t see his cargo shorts very well, but when I took this picture Mother’s Day morning, the card Story Man intended to buy for me was tucked into his pants pocket.￼. If you look closely you might be able to see a brown envelope sticking out.
It wasn’t until we got back to the condo, rushing to unpack food and head north to the family dinner, that he realised he’d walked out of the store without paying for the card.
He was mortified. Truly upset. He had stolen his mother’s Mother’s Day card.
“Just take it to the store tonight when we get back and pay for it,” I said. “End your life of crime and repent.”
He was not amused. He was still embarrassed and disgusted with himself.
His sister-in-law and I didn’t make too many jokes, not really. Maybe that “receiving stolen merchandise” and being “an accessory to a crime” comments were over the top. Maybe I shouldn’t have pretended to burn my fingers when I touched the envelope.
Okay, maybe we made a few more jokes than necessary, but the last two people in the universe to ever steal anything are these two Texas sons.
At 8:30 Sunday night Story Man took my really special Wonder Woman card back to the store and officially purchased it.
The crime spree was over.