Children have no decorum have they?
Poet John Betjeman is a great favourite of mine and I once had the opportunity to visit his house on holiday once. Dd was very young and christened the whole visit - or perhaps expressed her opinion of it - by doing an almighty great pooey nappy and we had to leave smartish as other visitors were surreptitiously sniffing and looking sideways at each other.
I never thought I'd be mentioning the great JB in the same breath as this
We also had a rather unfortunate episode in Osborne House under the austere gaze of Queen Victoria's portrait
You and your kids? Where have they brought you down to earth with a bump in their time honoured way?