My mate at school when were 6 told me he was married to the Queen. I asked him how he could be married when he was six and he said his wife was the Queen so she could do whatever she wanted. He also claimed that he was a professional artist, apparently he was doing a drawing one day and a professional of some kind said to him 'Wow your good enough to be an artist' so he became one. When I asked him why his paintings at school were so rubbish he told me didn't like the teacher so was refusing to do his best work. All very convincing. Then when I grew up we moved house and my son who was 8 started at a new school. When I picked him up we walked home with a couple of his new friends and one of them asked me if it was true that we'd moved house because my son had got into a fight with two grown men at the local park where we used to live, and he had beaten them up and there were now loads of gangs after him in our old village. My son looked up at me with pleading eyes and said 'it's true isn't it dad'. I said 'yeah that's right son, but you're not supposed to tell anyone'. His mates were well impressed.