Recently we were visiting the fabric store waiting in a long line to pay. I was sewing Zech a dinosaur blanket, and this was the second store we had been to. We found an awesome red scaly fabric at the first store, but they didn't have enough. They sent me to the fabric store that was across town. We finally had our fabric and Zechariah was getting impatient. Very loudly, for all to hear, he says, “Mom, let’s just steal it this time.”
This, of course, brought the attention of everyone. Embarrassed, I replied back loudly, “NO. We’re not gonna steal it. We don’t do that.” I nervously laughed. To be honest this isn't the first time I've been embarrassed over his desire to steal.
He said it again, even more loudly, “Mommy, I don’t want to wait this time. Let’s just steal my dinosaur blanket!”
I don't steal, and I certainly have never taught my son to steal. At this time I was starting to get looks from everyone around me. For some reason this was one of those times where they believe the kid, over the mom. I felt like I was losing an impossible battle for my reputation. No matter how many times I refuted him, everyone seemed to doubt me. I could tell they thought I had taught my son to steal, and he was ratting me out. Until the bitter end, he argued back at me, telling all that we were thieves.
No matter how bad it looks, don't be quick to pass judgment on a fellow parent. You just never know...