From that, I believe you have.neoplacebo wrote: "I don't remember what the first thing I learned was, but I feel sure it wasn't how to lie. It could have been how to steal, but I'm not sure. When my daughter was five, six, years old she would come and tell me and her mom if she had done something she knew she shouldn't do....confession, as it were. And nobody in our family is Catholic. I never understood that, other than I felt we had done a good job to date with our kid."
We weren't Catholic either; we weren't anything. We sure had no closet to hide in and confess our wrongs. If my Grandpa felt any of us were in the wrong, and no one came out, we all got whipped. If you did something and lied about it, and he knew it....rut-roh!
For the most part, it seems every home has a kid named Idaknow or Notme....."Who broke that vase?" Ida-know!.......Not-me!
"Did you do that"?......No! "Who did"?....Ida-know!