When I was 6, my best friend lived next door to me. She had these really authentic looking tiny stuffed birds. Cutest things ever to 6 year old me, and she had like 10 of them. My 6 year old brain believed this meant she could spare one. While all the neighborhood kids were playing outside, I snuck up to her room (they never locked their doors), took one of the birds (granted it was the one I saw as the ugliest so I wouldn’t be taking one of the good ones), and went straight home. My mom found it that night and asked where I got it. I insisted it was from the Easter bunny. My mom said she didn’t remember seeing it in my Easter basket. So I told her she must have just missed it and it definitely came from the Easter bunny. After interrogating me, my mom finally gave up, probably bc it was pretty late at night. The next day, I felt so guilty, I snuck into their house while they were at church (they really needed to lock their doors), returned the bird, and went back home.