If you follow twelve crafts on Facebook, you've already had a sneak peak into my confession today. (And by the way, if you don't "like" twelve crafts on Facebook, you can . . . if you want to. All you have to do is push that little button in the FB box on the sidebar. Don't you love my shameless promotion?!)
Back to the topic at hand . . . I confess that late at night after the girls are tucked into bed (and talking to themselves non-stop in their beds), I sneak over to THE cabinet in the kitchen, open it quietly and take one . . . okay, two . . . alright, three pieces of candy from their stash.
I can't help myself. I'm a sucker (interesting choice of words) for Milk Duds and Whoppers. I can't resist them. I tell myself that they are little . . . I mean, who can stop after three Whoppers?
That's not even close to enough to satisfy my sweet tooth.
I'm going to have to stop soon, or they are going to start to notice.
Maybe I'll just have to go buy my own stash!
Please . . . tell me I'm not the only one who steals from her children!