You’re a kid age 2-7 playing on the floor in your father’s office as your father talks to his bodyguards about who knows what. You’re in the middle of building a castle with building block till your eyes widen and you stand up. You lean on your father’s chair wriggling a bit. You need the toilet but you don’t want to disrupt the meeting just till you hear your father say.

“Awh, bud!”

He runs over mid conversation to you standing in a puddle of your own urine sheepishly.