My kids seem to have a real knack for finding ways to embarrass me in public and in private. The eldest son was particularly adept at this. His most famous exploits usually involved urine for some unknown reason. (If I ever win the lottery, psychoanalysis is probably on my list of things to do for him.)
When he was 4, his fellow 4-year-old cousin came to visit for a week. Mind you--this cousin lives out of state and since they're both boys, his mom and I have tried hard to keep them in touch with each other despite the distance. It hasn't been easy.
At the time my son had bunk beds and wanted to sleep on the top one (The beds have great side rails to prevent anyone from falling out of the top bunk.) and have his cousin sleep on the bottom one.
As with all children who don't have to endure each other all the time, my son finally got really irritated with his cousin and when they were tucked in for the night, decided to you-guessed-it all over his cousin and his dinosaur jammies.
For my parents' 50th anniversary, we rented a penthouse suite at a beach for our entire extended family. At the time my children were the only two grandchildren there amongst a lot of adults who hadn't had to tolerate childish behavior in a long, long time. We were on the 22nd floor and the sidewalk leading to the beach was almost directly below our balconies.
Now, there were SEVERAL great bathrooms in this suite (It was the penthouse, after all.), but my little 5 year old barbarian decided to urinate off the balcony onto poor, unsuspecting sunbathers down below. I don't even want to think about the velocity with which they were annihilated by that yellow stuff.
I have to go now. I have to hide my head inside a brown paper bag.