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?
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