Trust Me, Mom

Ok, I don’t actually remember this one, but I’ve heard about it enough that I think I can do it justice.

One day Mom came downstairs to find me with a rather guilty look on my face, hand in the cookie (candy?) jar with the lid over my hand. I think I was probably hoping that with the lid on, Mom wouldn’t know my hand was in there. She wasn’t fooled.

“What are you doing, Tianna?”

With all the innocence I could muster I replied, “Trust me, Mom.”