Ar thread in the 'family and children' section reminded me of this story.
We moved to a new city when I was about 5 and my mother wanted to be friends with the mother of a female child about the same age who lived in our neighborhood. I knew the girl from school and did not like her at all. I am male, and at that time had a fairly neat room, because I really do like everything in its place.
Mom invited the girl to our house to play...
The girl went through my dresser drawers and threw all my clothing onto the floor, tossed a bunch of my things around, broke some of them and then demanded that I give her others. I couldn't stop her from doing any of this - asking her not to didn't work and I knew that I wasn't supposed to touch or hit her - all I could do was refuse to give her the things she demanded.
So then she went out, told my mom I was being a bad host and went home.
Mom was already angry about my being a poor host, so when she came in and saw the state of my room she got even angrier - how dare I make a mess and break my stuff and then lie about "perfect neighbor girl" being the one to do so.
From then on, mom thought of me as a messy liar. The only good thing about it was she felt so embarrassed at how horrible I was that she never invited 'perfect neighbor girl" over to the house again.
The special snowflakiest part? Perfect neighbor girl couldn't understand why I was not interested in her when we got into Junior High and High School.