Karma

Now, I'm going to be honest here... I was kind of an awesome kid. I barely gave my parents any trouble, and never talked back, and I was a loving sister to my younger brother.
However if you were to try to corroborate the story with my parents, they would probably tell you I had sticky fingers.  I would occasionally take a dollar or two from their purses or wallets to purchase a treat on my way to school at the local gas station.  There were times when I took more than that but those were pretty rare. I looked at these opportunities as a delayed receipt of my certainly earned allowance.
This morning my husband called asking me if I was missing three dollars from my wallet. Sure enough, I go into my purse into my wallet, and discover that Gabs had taken my last three dollars.
I've always known this was going to come back to me, however I never would have imagined it would be so early.