It's OK, I'll take the blame for everything
A couple of examples:
Yesterday my son had not finished his spelling homework and said he would do it on the bus. I had packed my fifth-grader's lunch in his bag and put his all his papers and books in. I even threw in a notebook because I knew he'd need some paper to finish one part of his spelling homework. I was doing all this while he went outside to shoot a few hoops before the bus came. As the bus was approaching, he grabbed his bag and asked me, "Did you put any pencils in my bag?" When I told him I did not, he proceeded to tell me that he wouldn't be able to do his spelling because I didn't pack him a pencil. Therefore, it was my fault he was going to get in trouble for not finishing his work.
A couple days ago, my daughter, who had been dilly-dallying instead of getting ready for school, was in stocking feet with uncombed hair and unbrushed teeth when the bus showed up. She told me right away, "It's your fault, Mom!" I asked her how that was possible. Her reply: "Well, you didn't tuck me into bed early enough and then I didn't want to get up in the morning and then I couldn't get ready in time, so I missed the bus because of you."
Even my husband gets in on the blame game. When he couldn't find his paycheck: "Betsy, you probably threw it away, didn't you!? I know you like to throw everything away." (In his defense, I had moved it from the spot on the counter next to the stove to the table because I was cooking and didn't want to get food on it.)
So there you have it. I am responsible for everything that four people forget, lose or are late for. Guess that's all part of the mom gig. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure I did the same thing to my mother. It was usually her fault that the printer was running out of ink as I was trying to print a report that was due that day two seconds before I had to leave for school. Oh, the things we put our mothers through. Happy Mother's Day, Mom!