Mom stole them from me, and I'm telling Mom you stole them from her.
Nuh uh. I stole 'em from "Uncle" Pete, last time he came over to visit when dad was out of town, remember? I lifted them out of his pants pocket when they hanging on a kitchen chair and they were in the back room talking.
Man, I keep coming back to look at those. Don't think your brother could've done you any better. Make sure you let him have the last biscuit the next time ya'll eat at Mom's house.
Mom doesn't cook too much anymore ever since she got drunk and grinded her thumbs off in the garbage disposal.