A Life of Crime?

I worry sometimes about what will become of my children. They are creative, imaginative, but sometimes their criminal tendencies make me wonder.

My little pickpocket for example. His technique needs some work, but considering the purse was zipped up and hanging behind an open door when he got to it, I worry.

Then there is the fine art forger. I colored the picture on the left under intense scrutiny. The moment I finished, Benton went digging through the colors and attempted a replica. He ran out of time to finish the whole thing, but made sure to use all the colors so he could remember how it was supposed to look. So I worry.