Like they say, confession is good for the soul.

        Heaven knows, it did old George Washington a world of good getting daddy's cherry tree off his chest.

Charlotte Jacobs	Matt Bradley
Jim Breech	Jean-Robert de Cavel
Kathy Wade	Victoria Morgan
Thomas Crush	Timothy Rub

        So here it is his birthday today — he'd be 269 — and a good time to see if anyone else wants to come clean.

        You know, let that dirty little secret out of the bag.

        We checked around with a few people and found that everyone has a secret. Even some of Cincinnati's most prominent citizens.

        Can you match the secret below to the Cincinnati celebrity who is fessing up?

        • Who has a secret passion for M&Ms?

        • Who wears Willie Wonka pajamas?

        • Who smashed a sliding glass door with a croquet mallet?

        • Who broke an ankle roller skating but told people it happened playing basketball?

        • Who comes home from the hair salon hating the new hair cut and personally recuts it?

        • Who told a friend to go first when climbing a wall and regrets that the friend fell and hurt his forehead?

        • Who has perfect vision but wears glasses anyway?

        • Who switched Nair for conditioner in a gift basket of hair care products for the boss?

        • Who has a hard time making early meetings because of a habit of staying up too late?

Jean-Robert de Cavel, chef, the Maisonette

       “I'm addicted to M&Ms. Peanut only. I can eat a whole pound without even trying. It's so bad that people are now giving me M&M toys. My office is stuffed with them. Even a giant stuffed M&M.”

Kathy Wade, jazz singer

       “I wear all these glamorous, shimmery gowns on stage so people think I dress like that all the time. Truth is, I live in my Willie Wonka jammies. I call them my Oompa-Loompas. It's like a little sleeping bag.”

Jim Breech, retired placekicker and Bengals' all-time leading scorer

       “My sister wouldn't let me in the house, so I took my croquet mallet and smashed the sliding glass doors into my parents house. As I was crawling in with glass hanging everywhere — I don't know how I didn't cut myself — my mom caught me. I think I spent about a month in my room. And I'm not allowed to carry croquet mallets anymore.”

Victoria Morgan, director, Cincinnati Ballet

       “I hate my own hair. It's too thin and it won't grow. No matter how hard I try to grow it, it just stops growing. I'm never happy with it. Even after I get it cut, and I love the guy who does it, I come home, get a scissors and cut it myself.”

Thomas Crush, Judge, Court of Common Pleas

       “I wimped out on a friend. We went to an empty lot to play baseball and were going to use this big rock for home plate. We started carrying it, but I got tired and just dropped it. On his foot. Another time, we were climbing this old shed in the alley behind our houses. I told him to go first and, sure enough, he fell and hurt his head. I regret both those incidents, but not enough to wish I was the one with a crooked toe or a scarred forehead.”

Matt Bradley, high-end hairdresser and poster boy on bus shelters all over town

        “I have a secret addiction to eyewear. At least 40 pairs, and the thing is, I don't need glasses. I can't even pass a UDF without looking at the eyewear rack. It's almost to the point of buyer's remorse. No, it is buyer's remorse. I just spent $500 on a pair. Great frames with window glass.”

Charlotte Jacobs, Ben-Gal coordinator and choreographer

       “A couple of years ago, we had this boss with the thickest, most beautiful wavy hair. For Bosses Day, we gave him a really nice basket of care products. Lotions, creams, hair care stuff. One bottle, the conditioner I think, we dumped and filled with Nair. Then we kind of forgot, 'til he came in one day and told us how he was seeing a dermatologist because his scalp was breaking out and itching. He was truly scared, so we finally 'fessed up. At least he didn't go bald.

Timothy Rub, director, Cincinnati Art Museum

       “I slept a lot in school. I'm a night owl . . . stay up late and sleep late. To this day, I can hardly keep my eyes open at early morning meetings. My fourth-grade teacher, Mrs. Khoury, after noticing I had an annoying tendency to fall asleep in her class, decided to make an example of me by requiring me to report to her and the entire class what time I had gone to bed the night before. She cured my habit, but only for a while.

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