Not So Fast
Submitted by Becky F on 4/1/2010 9:06 AM
It was a sunny afternoon. I was sitting out on my patio. I heard a crinkling sound coming from the open kitchen window. I was a little suspicious. I got up to investigate. There in my kitchen was my youngest daughter, our crumb snatcher, with my very last Butterfinger, the one that I had carefully hid in the vegetable drawer in our refrigerator. The snatcher knew she was in trouble and surrendered the half eaten bar.