Nothing says becoming my Father like developing a fascination with credit cards. Daddy was fascinated the way his Papo could buy all sorts of things with his MasterCard that when my Daddy was five he squirreled one away from Papo's wallet just in case the opportunity ever came up to buy some toys.
The idea was to put it back once I had used it a bit but playing Angry Birds distracted me and I forgot where I hid it.
Daddy's stern words jogged my memory a bit though. That was like close to a week without stars unfortunately.