Stealing Candy1

One morning, as my son came out of the shower, my son was startled to find me sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed. He approached me nervously, realizing by the look on my face that something was wrong, and stood by my side. I narrowed my gaze on him and showed him the candy covers in my hand. He mumbled ‘Mama’ and simply dropped his head. I raised his chin, looked him straight in the eye, and said: “I found these under your bed as I was taking off the bed sheets for washing. Would you care to explain?” He didn’t say a word but I could see that he was scared. I repeated my question, this time more directly and in a sterner tone. “Have you been stealing candy from the jar and hiding the wrappers under your bed? Have you? Answer me!”