>>937217013 (OP)Me, my sisters, and my Dad were sharing a pack of twizzlers. After a while, there were 4 twizzlers left. Dad said we could each have one, and leave the fourth for him to have later.
Well, everybody left the room for a second and... and I just couldn't help myself...
I took the last twizzler and ate it.
I thought he would forget about it. What's one twizzler to a grown man. He controlled the food. He could have literally anything snack he wanted in the house.
Later that night, Dad saw the empty package in the trash and asked if I ate it.
I said, no.
>Ok son, I trust youI'm so sorry, Dad.