Busted

The boy and the Wife were out selling popcorn for Scouts today, so the lass and I had lunch together. I gave her a ham sandwich. She wanted a banana and some of her candy from the Halloween party last night. I told her she could have some when she finished her ham sandwich and the banana she requested.

For the record, the sandwich was only a half. And I could tell after the first bite that she really didn’t want to eat it.

I finished my own lunch and then went downstairs to check my email. She came down after a couple minutes with a banana. She couldn’t peel it. I asked her if she’d finished her sandwich and she said she had.

I can’t really say why, but I suspected differently. So when I went upstairs with her, I went trash diving. Sure enough, there, buried in a box and wrapped in a wad of paper towels, was her unfinished sandwich.

She didn’t get her candy. But I could swear, after I was done calling out her lie, that the only thing she was really sorry about was that she’d been caught.