Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of bastard lies to his own mother?

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

It's a sick little creature that carries a child in her body for nine months and starts telling it needless lies before it can walk. In doing so, she is guaranteeing that lying will come as natural to her child as swimming does to a fish.

Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies, To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.

When Jack Burns needed to hold his mother's hand, his fingers could see in the dark.

If you're lying, you're lying.