My now 34 year old son was six years old. We had been to visit my parents and they gave each of my boys a five dollar bill when we left.
On the way home my husband and I decided to get a bottle of wine to go with dinner, which is something we rarely did. When we got to the store we realized we only had a few singles on us. This was in the days before ATM's. So we persuaded James to 'loan' us his five dollars.
The next day in we went to the monthly children's service at our church. The kids all gathered on the altar and the priest asked them questions about the gospel. That morning's gospel was about the widow who searched her house for a missing coin. So the priest asked the children if they ever had money of their own. My son announced "I had five dollars, but my mother took it to buy liquor."
I was pretty active in my church so everybody knew me. Every head in the place swiveled around to look at me. My husband said I turned so red he thought I was going to have a stroke. I actually thought I was going to faint, I was so embarrassed. Now it is funny, but at the time I was mortified. I was a lot more serious then. I've mellowed with time - like wine. lol