I'm Not Afraid to Admit It, I Stole Mom's Lip Balm Again

So here’s something I’ve been doing since I was like twelve and my little sister started using all the good stuff. Every time she runs out of lip balm, because honestly, she leaves it by the sink or on her dresser where anyone can grab it, I sneak into her room at night and replace it with the old one from way back in the bathroom cabinet that’s been there since we were kids. It’s like this game between us, except I always win because I’m older and smarter. Last night, though? I walked into my sister’s room to do my usual swap and found a brand new tube of lip balm on her desk. She got it as a gift from one of her friends at school, the kind that smells like candy. As soon as I saw it, I couldn’t resist, pinched it off her desk and put the old one back in its place. Sure, now I’m the one who’s going to have to hide this lip balm for weeks until she forgets about it, but at least my lips will be happy for a while. Sometimes, you just can't help yourself.