I was cooking dinner this evening and turned around to find that Carolyn had my chapstick in her hand.
The chapstick that had formerly resided in the deep confines of my pocket.
She'd plucked it out and I hadn't felt a thing.
I was shocked.
And then pleased.
Because since she's a girl, there are very few ways she can support us in our old age by making millions of dollars while playing a sport.
If not an athlete, efficiency in thievery truly is the next best thing.