This was like a deja vu moment for me. My parents were the type that never fell for my shenanigans, and pretty much, the only words they said to me were either "no" or "yes"--(usually, no . . .).
I think I was around 5 at the time, and my mother and I were walking through a major department store in the city. Of course I wanted EVERYTHING.

After her telling me no, about 4 times, I decided I would sort of stealthily grab just a few (smaller) things by my side, when she wasn't looking. I figured that when we got to the register, it was too late to turn back and she'd just buy them for me.
As we approached the register, she saw my "stash" and demanded an answer. Went like this:
Mom: What are you hiding?!
Me: (sheepishly . . .) A few nice things.
Mom: Do you have a job, and the money to pay for those?
Me: No, I'm a kid.
Mom: Young lady, you march right back to where you found all these and put them back!!
So we traipsed all over the store (keeping in mind--escalators, elevators--my stealth was multi-floors) and my mom was NOT pleased with me . . .