While I am running with the whole theme of 'confessing' my sins before you all, and thoroughly laughing about some of the lesser ones, I figured I would just keep adding to the "Am I Bad?" list. You read what I did, and then decide if it really qualifies as bad, mean or just plain funny.

What about this latest one. As you know, I have been working with Dad for the past couple of weeks, and I think he is in two minds about having me around at work with him. For starters, I think he likes the company and the whole 'father son' thing. I mean, really - who doesn't like hanging around with me. I'm more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Well, maybe more fun than a jar of pickled monkeys at least.

And sure, apart from the company, I think that the fact that I waste time every day eating breakfast, making my lunch, and later on eating my lunch comforts him in some small way. No, I don't make him breakfast or pack his lunch, but because I spend time doing it, he is forced to do it too... without me he would often skip meals which isn't good for an old person. Me eating makes him eat, which I think he likes.

Although, it does present a problem. You see, my Dad hasn't been all that well of late... his cholesterol level is higher than Snoop Dogg puffing away in the back of a limo after a concert. And he has been banned from eating certain foods. All the good ones actually. Fatty foods like hamburgers and pizzas are off the menu, along with all kinds of chocolate. Which just happen to be my fathers favourite foods.

Just because Mum has banned him from eating those foods, doesn't actually mean he has stopped eating them. He just hides it - at work. So every now and again he splurges on hamburgers and pizza for lunch. And pretty much a few times a week he sneaks chocolate into his work bag on the way home when he picks up milk.

And where is the problem in all this? His name is Will. (ME). I steal his chocolate, and when he complains or tries to bust me over it, I just tell him in front of all his work mates that I will eat his chocolate - and enjoy it, and he will say nothing about it, otherwise I will tell Mum what he has been eating. So far I have managed to steal about 4 chocolate bars in two weeks. Not bad. Similarly, when he tries to bust me at home for something, I just raise my index finger in warning, and say 'Tut tut tut - don't make me tell mum on you', and all of a sudden he is my best friend again.

So, my question, am I bad for exploiting my fathers secret vice (and doctoral disobediance) for my own personal gain? Should I feel bad about it, or should I boast about it on my website?