I like listening to my husband's stories of his childhood in the Bronx and he loves holding court telling them to me. One of my favorites is the time his father called him "sugar-coated" when he was a young man. I've since watched my husband "work a room," schmoozing everybody within reach, and I distinctly remembered when he schmoozed me – staying on my trail for two whole years before asking me out for a first date.
He also said his father would often say to him, "Who you trying to fool?" when he flipped from his everyday mode to his sugar-coated mode. Somehow, children never understand that their parents tried everything they try to get away with with their own parents; and they always, somehow, seem to know when a kid is putting on airs; putting up appearances under certain circumstances, all the while hoping that that it will lead to the conclusion or result they desire.