When I was about 2, my biological father was still around. One day, being the wonderful (sarcasm...) man that he is/was, he was going to go out on the town and leave me and my mom at home.
He went into the bathroom for a long time. I needed to use the bathroom and told him so. But, his getting ready to go out took priority over my needing to use the bathroom...
Being the assertive, charming little spunk that I am, I decided to REALLY piss him off.
So, I went into the living room where my little playhouse stood. I went inside and used the bathroom, since he would not allow the bathroom to be a viable option.
Then, right before he left, I called him in to see inside my playhouse
and the little "mud" pie I left for him...
Biological father was NOT amused...
My mom says I rolled with laughter after getting him to crawl inside that playhouse....