Since I was nine at the time this story takes place, my friends and I didn’t know what we were doing was wrong. Please forgive us. So one time at a summer daycare my friends and I found a chocolate bar. The bathroom was a one-stall bathroom and was secluded from the lunch monitors. My friend took the bar out of its wrapper and rolled it in his hands to look like poop. He then went and placed it in the bathroom. After lunch, the owner of the daycare walked in there and found the chocolate bar poop, and a random kid got in trouble—not my friends and me. The random kid got suspended for three days. I haven’t been at that daycare since that summer. Now I will never look at chocolate moon bars again.