I was babysitting this little boy named Luke and he just was starting to learn to be "potty trained." I babysit him at our church while our youth pastor does the sermon for our youth group.
We were playing in the gymnasium when he told me "I gotta go potty." Being a girl, I let him go in by himself thinking he was completely potty trained. About five minutes later I had opened the door and called in to make sure he was okay, and he had taken the top of of the toilet, smashed it on the ground, taken the "#2" out of the toilet and smeared it all over the stall walls and floor and put his corduroy church pants in the toilet and tried to flush them down.