Moms are never wrong...
I would’ve been about 13-14 years old. Everyday after school my job was to complete homework, do the dishes, and then sweep the floor. Once I was done that I was allowed to watch tv, go outside etc.
One day I was outside playing, mom called me into the house. I was in trouble because I was playing and my chores were not done. I pleaded my case to my mom over and over that I had finished my chores but there was a small pile of black crumbs on the floor. (Side note, this seems harsh for my mom to be uspet for a couple small crumbs but I had skipped out on chores 2 days before and I was on ‘probation so to speak)
But I knew this time I did my chores because I was told it would’ve been a grounding if I lied and skipped chores again.
Mom was adamant that I was skipping chores again.
During this conversation my brother who would’ve been about 6-7 ish came walking up the stairs holding 2 Oreo cookies in his hands and a small chocolate moustache around his mouth. It didn’t take long for mom to realize the culprit of the blacks crumbs was in fact my brother stealing Oreos after the floor had been cleaned, mom then looked back at me and apologized and felt really bad.
Best part of all this is that my mom still to this day that she is never wrong as most mothers I’m sure will tell you, however I still remember the details the Oreo Bandit struck and how she was wrong. So yes she’s right 99.9% of the time but when I was 14 I got the upper hand once and I’ll hold onto that until maybe one day again she slips up...
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