We’d be arrested.
Speaking of arrested, Frank told our neighbor that his eyes were red because his brothers covered his hands with soap and made him rub his eyes. (Actually, because he’d been in the pool.)
I gave the lecture about acceptable vs. unacceptable fictionalizing again.
My daughter was like that. She told the neighbors I only fed her once a day, and the neighbor called CPS on me. She was impressed with my house, including my kitchen, and noticed six chairs at the dining table.
I explained that my two step sons were living there as well, and that everyone got three meals a day plus snacks. I was never bothered again, but Igor spoke to the fabricator. She never stopped lying, but she was careful what she said and to whom.
She has never changed.
Hmm. That seems to have been one I might have missed.