The class group chat exploded: someone insisted on bringing their kid, and I directly called them out.

"My daughter is very well-behaved."
"That's what you said last time. And she ended up doodling all over my new bag."
"That was an accident..."
"You say that every year, it's an accident."
"This time I promise..."
"Forget it. You promised last time, and your son spilled hotpot broth on my white shirt."
"Kids just don't know better."
"Then you shouldn't know better either. Don't come."
"Why can't I bring her? Everyone in the group agrees."
"They didn't agree; they’re just too lazy to argue with you. They’re all criticizing you behind your back."
“I’ll be honest: your kid is your treasure, not the treasure of the whole world. You enjoy the fun of parenting, so why should everyone else suffer?”
The other person was silent for a moment: “Then I won’t go.”
“Alright, next time I’ll treat you to a drink alone, no kids involved.”
By the way, do you know who suggested this gathering?
It was the one who got hotpot broth spilled on him by your son last time.
He said: as long as you don’t bring your kid, he’ll pay for everyone.
So, do you think he ended up bringing his kid, or did he come alone?