One time when the girls were little they flew home from their Grandma’s house by themselves. I told them the flight attendant would keep an eye on them the whole time and then send us a behavior report.
A few years later Isabel asked me (somewhat skeptically) what the behavior report said because they had tried so hard to be good.
She looked scandalized when I told her I was lying.
Ah, parenthood. It is one of my favorite things.