I did once. I was 5, doing crafts at my babysitter's house. I felt a prairie dog in my sphincter and stood up and let it come out. Miraculously I wasnt wearing underwear that day and it fell down my track pants and onto the floor. I ignored it and my babysitter found it a few minutes later and blamed it on the dog. I then went to the bathroom, wiped my butt and continued happily drawing stick figures n shit.
I fucking loved crafts.