butter wouldn't melt... br br Eyes, soft grey blue and perfectly set br Lashes to die for br and such a clever mimic br He taped the Karate Kid br and played it so many times br he could recite every line by heart br He was only eight, too. br br then one morning.... br br I knew it had gone br - the fifty dollar note br It was definitely in my purse last night br I remember checking br and I knew who'd taken it br br What to do... br br Confront and condemn? br (and guarantee more lies) br Confront with understanding? br (he's a good little actor) br Pretend I haven't noticed? br (and let him get away with it) br No way! br br that night after story.... br br Sweetheart, I've been thinking... br What? br Well, some kids bring money to school, don't they? br Dunno... br To buy lunches and stuff. br no answer br I guess sometimes you wish you had some? br Maybe... br To buy stuff yourself, I mean... br S'pose so...