We went to the pharmacy to pick up Sabrina's prescriptions. As we were leaving the store, I noticed that she was holding a lip balm. A lip balm, I should add, that we didn't pay for.
I took her back to the pharmacy part of the pharmacy where she found it and told her that she needed to hand it to the pharmacist and tell her that she was sorry that she took it, that it was wrong, and that she wouldn't do it again. I seem to recall reading that this is how parents deal with their teenagers shoplifting.
But she's only five.