The following is a true story, but no names have been mentioned because the culprit is very, very sorry.
On Monday afternoon at around 3.45pm a mummy and her six-year-old son were on their way home from school when the mummy remembered she needed to get some pasta from the shop close to their house. The little boy followed his mummy round the shop, and five minutes later they left. The mummy held the little boy's left hand but he kept his right hand in his pocket.
When they arrived home they took their coats off and the mummy could see that there was something in her little boy's hand. Closer inspection revealed it to be a Mars bar. 'Where did you get that?' she asked. 'Someone put it in my lunchbox,' the little boy said. The mummy noticed he looked a little red in the face. 'Someone at school?' she asked, confused. The little boy looked at his mummy and suddenly his big blue eyes filled with tears as he cracked under the pressure of the interrogation. 'I got it from the shop,' he sobbed. 'I'm so sorry Mummy.'
The mummy could see how upset the little boy was, and that he was overcome with remorse. 'We need to take it back to the shop,' she said calmly. So they walked back to the shop, where she spent about five minutes explaining to the shopkeeper that no, she didn't want a refund for the Mars bar, that they hadn't paid for it in the first place and she was in fact trying to Teach Her Son A Lesson.
Back home, it took the little boy a full 10 minutes of crying and half an hour of Spongebob Squarepants for the incident to be forgotten.
That night when the little boy was asleep the mummy told the daddy what had happened and they agreed that it was probably just a spur of the moment thing, and that it was unlikely the six year old was about to embark on a life of crime and he had probably learned his lesson.
*Has your child ever tried to take anything that didn't belong to them? How did you deal with it?