About 1990, dad and I attended our first Cubs game at Wrigley Field. There were three 20 something guys behind us drinking it up. Dad let a really bad SBD an the 3 kept blaming each other. Dad kept at it. They were about ready to throw punches at one time.
At the end of the game, we all stood up and dad turned around and said, "boys, it was me the whole time." We just walked away. They were dumbfounded.
Back when my daughter was about 10, I took a monster deuce in the bathroom that I had been working up all day. Didn't even courtesy flush. I came out of the bathroom without spraying, and my daughter ran in there because she had to go. No sooner did the door shut, and she puked all over the floor. I was proud of that one.