My house is a typical northern terraced house with no front garden or yard, just step up to a door onto the street. The upstairs front room is my bedroom and sometimes I can't help but hear what's going on... today's gem:
I hear two little kids running down the pavement, giggling. They reach an adult who says "Well done, you're both getting so fast!"
Then a small voice says urgently: "Mummy I need the bathroom"
MUMMY: "Why? we just went"
CHILD: "Running jiggled my wee!!!"
I know exactly what they meant...