Sneaking

You've almost done it - the clean getaway is almost a sure thing.  You reach for the door knob, tingling with excitement.  And then you hear those dreaded words: "Hey, where ya goin'?"  Hopes dashed.  Hearts sink.  You mutter, "To the store," quickly adding, "to buy toothpicks," (hoping this is a sufficient deterrent).  And then the follow-up question that you know is coming:  "Can I go?"  Sure.  Why not?  And let's pop in that Justin Bieber CD so we can really bond.  Kroger, here we come!


Do other grown-ups sneak in and out of their houses?