Quote from nutmeg:
Which reminds me of round two. I left my two daughters maybe 8 and 10 . . . .
Another one, similar:
Our youngest daughter suffered mightily from constipation to the extent it caused a high fever and even seizures at age 1 to age 3 (she's 20 now and in college, fortunately she doesn't read anything to do with "Elite Trader"). This generally led to lousy moods from her (her mother) and the need for emergency enemas and/or suppositories.
One morning, in a crowded resort restaurant in Disney World, she's pitching a fit and terrorizing her 2 older sisters (they probably deserved it, but, they weren't getting "the stare" from numerous older folks sitting around us).
I picked her up to take her outside to either spank her (not painful, too thick of a diaper) or just get her quieted down by separating her from her tormentors/sisters.
I stand up, yank her from her high chair and begin to walk briskly towards the front of the restaurant past many, many full tables of families and older couples (a large off-site hotel resort, not the typical Disney family crowd). She's crying and starts to scream "PLEASE Daddy, don't stick it in my butt again. . . . I promise, I'll be good!!"
Needless to say we wasted much of that morning with hotel security, the local police and child protective services. . . . .