When my brother and I were growing up, we would catch so much crap because everyone knew that my parents would ask us if we did it or not.
The funny part was, we were the only well behaved children in the area....the other little hellians didnt turn out so well either.....
My brother and I went up the street to the house of some other 'perfect angels', the little darlings loved to ride their bikes by our house and scream that incestuous things were going on with mom, and we beat the snot out of the three kids and their father.
They never rode their bikes past the house again.
And their parents never claimed that their kids were completely innocent ever again.