I was 3 or 4 and my mom had just finished making butterscotch pudding for that night’s dessert. While she was putting the individual cups she had filled into the refridgerator I asked if I could have mine now. She said no.
I waited until she left the kitchen and then got into the fridge, ate my cup, and put the empty back inside. Not long afterwards my crime was discovered and she made me go and sit on the couch. I still clearly remember thinking to myself I’ll show her. I’m gonna poop my pants.
So I did. When she came in to tell me I could get up and realized what I had done, she made me sit there longer. I have never forgotten the feeling of sitting in a load of shit and have never done that again.