Okay, I've got one for you.
When I was 17 years old, coming home late one night after a party, having had way too much to drink. I thought I could sneak past my dad who was still up reading in the den. But instead, he started talking and wanted to know if I had a good time at the party. We had a short little chat and said our goodnights. I thought I had pulled it off quite well. He did not notice how drunk I was. Then when I went to go change for bed I realized my sweater was inside out and backwards.
My dad was a very wise man.

Little Neo