The night I cried
Submitted by M on 4/1/2010 9:57 AM
I woke with a hunger that nly a butterfinger could cure. I was walking down the stairsquietlyy as to not wake up my family. Mind you it was past 12 midnight from the looks of the wall clock. As I slowly went past our son's framed art work, and turned on the light for the kitchen...there he was an 8 year old sitting in a chair holding my butterfinger bar.I asked, 'hey that's mine, and he said not anymore it's not." I cried that night because someone took my butterfinger....I really need a new secret place to hide my next butterfinger..PS don't tell okay..