While my oldest son was in high school I would on rare occassion find a butter knife in the back seat of my car, or on the steps up to his bedroom. It was so rare that I really didn't give much thought to it. I just kinda filed it in the back of my mind and went on with life.
On his last day of high school I caught the rear end of him handing a butter knife to his younger brother. I was thinking "WTF" and I insisted on an explanation. Seems my son was stealing a butter knife daily from the school cafeteria and I had just witnessed him "passing the torch" to his younger brother.
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He'd bring them home and throw them away!
LOL! That's all I have to say about that.
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