This happened. I was in NYC this holiday season (2021.) My youngest grandchild, Sam, who at 9 years old thinks long and hard about things we don’t often expect 9 years olds to consider, was getting into an elevator with me, some other grandkids and my sister. Sam accused me of lying to him about something. I’m not sure what it was now, because the following exchange blew that out of my head:
ME: I’m not lying, Sam. I promise. I wouldn’t lie to a child.
MY SISTER: Ahem.