The height thing.
For a couple of years, when Bossy’s son was in his mid-teens, Bossy’s husband was all, “You’re really getting tall. Look! You’re almost taller than me,” even when it wasn’t true. And sister mercy, there’d be Bossy’s son, backing up to his doorframe where the Bossy family has kept track of his height for ten years — and most of the time there’d be no change, or maybe he’d even be slightly shorter than the last optimistic marking.
But then one day when no one was looking, Bossy’s son actually did surpass Bossy’s husband’s height. Hah!