My husband crawled into bed next to me and laid his head on my shoulder. He opened his mouth and instead of sweet words of love pouring from his lips, five scary words came out instead. “I did a bad thing,” he mumbled into my arm with worry.
“What did you do?” I was not too concerned, but my heart fluttered a tiny bit and my stomach did a little flip.
“I ate your all of your reese’s pieces.”
The body spin cycle stopped and I wrung out my emotions by hand.
“Oh. I don’t care. I forgot I bought them.” Then I laughed. I stopped and looked at him.
“It’s not like The Twix Bar.”
“I didn’t eat that Twix bar! Look, I ate your candy and then I told you about it. If I had eaten your Twix bar, I would also have told you about it.”
“Not if you are trying to throw me off your trail.”
“Are you saying I ate your reese’s pieces and then confessed just to convince you that I did not eat your Twix bar sixteen years ago?”
“It is highly suspicious.”
“I didn’t eat your Twix bar!”
“That is exactly what someone who didn’t eat my Twix bar would say.”
The criminal sighed into my arm. His breath smelled of sweet peanut butter… And lies.