I knew I was a "robe girl" when I stole my mom's robe

When I was 8 or 9, I stole my mom's fleece robe and kept it in my room. Every night I'd put it on and do the usual kid stuff before brushing my teeth and getting into bed. I thought I'd gotten away with it, since my mom only saw it the one time she was going through my closet. When she took it back, I begged and begged for it, and she finally said I could sleep in it if I promised to never wear it outside my room again. I sadly agreed.<br><br>Until my 11th birthday, when my parents decided to give me the surprise of a lifetime. On that morning, I went outside to let the dog in. I was wearing a t-shirt and the robe. My parents were waiting in the car, but not before they saw me in the robe, which had a big stain on it from me spilling milk the night before. The funny thing is, they never mentioned it again. Like, ever. To this day, we still haven't talked about it.