I stole a shirt from my mom’s drawer. Or maybe I borrowed it permanently. Does the nuance in the confession ameliorate my guilt? It happened so innocently. As we were getting ready to leave the house, Daddy noticed that Mom was wearing two skirts. “How did that happen?” Mom wondered. “They must have been stuck together,” I suggested, trying to spin it positively. “Yesterday you had on two shirts,” Daddy said, chuckling. “Maybe you’re balancing the scales today.” Mom laughed t