Why moms rule.

My mom is awesome.

Whenever I go home to visit the 'rents (as the kids are saying), my mom, being the ever-forgiving woman who has put up with my hijinx, sarcastic mouth and overall jackassedness for 26 years, hooks me up with a home cooked meal and tons of leftovers. But it always comes with the warning that I better bring her tupperware back this time. Of course, in about 500 trips home, I've only ever remembered to bring it back twice, and that's because I've used it to put some dog food in when I take the mutt on trips and have left it in the car afterwards.

So, after the dog finishes her delicious nuggets of what are supposed to taste like Chicken and Lamb (because, as we all know, a dog's natural mortal enemies are chickens and lambs), I toss the Tupperware in the back of my car. Fast forward to last weekend, when I open up the back of my car and my mom sees all the empty containers.

"Is that my Tupperware?" she asked.

"Mom, I can barely remember my own address. I have absolutely no idea which of these are yours and which ones are Chinese takeout containers that I've cleverly been using to store things in."

She then glances over them for about 24 seconds and says "Nope. None of these are mine."

"How in the world can you tell? They all look the same."

"I can just tell. Moms know these sort of things." she replied.

After looking over them again, I'm pretty sure she's right. Most of them are ones that I've bought or took...um, I mean borrowed from work. I really think something like that is just one of those mom superpowers that you'll never understand. Like always knowing when you're lying. Or knowing when you really need a home cooked meal and some extra tupperware. Because even when she says she wants it back, she really wants you to keep it.

After all, that's what moms are for.