A Son's Betrayal
Submitted by penny h on 4/1/2010 9:10 AM
My son and I were home alone. My 9 month old son sat in the floor playing quietly. I sat on the sofa to take a break and enjoy a crispy, crunchy, chocolaty Butterfinger. I heard the doorbell and went to answer it. No one was there. When I returned my Butterfinger bar was GONE and all that was left was an empty wrapped laying on the sofa. I cried and cried, as there were no more Butterfinger bars in the house. My son crawled over to comfort me. As I kissed his cheeks I smelled the unmistakable scent of chocolate and buttery peanut butter on his breath!