What is your most embarrassing potty training related incident?

[Nevercan]

Please tell all......

Well when my brother and I were at that age, my mother used to sit the pair of us on our potties after breakfast and leave us to perform in peace. At some point I had the idea of 'potty racing' ie hurtling up and down the room while still sat astride.
This ended somewhat abruptly when my brother first filled his potty then tried to execute a sharp left turn and over he went - with full potty distributing its contents all over him and the carpet.

Tate gallery, not long after starting the potty training, small boy says 'I need a wee', I ask the curator where the toilet is, then a few seconds later, I let her know we hadn't made it and there was a large puddle on the floor.

Viewing a house,DD runs into the master bedroom,and,on seeing a fish tank with gushing water running into it (you know the sort?) promptly pee 's all over the floor.

She has also peed on the floor of Next,

Peed in a pair of shoes she was trying on in Clarks ( we bought them)

And,in Asda a supermarket,she ran out of the cafe bit where we were eating,DS was just a newborn,so I stayed with him,and my mother ran after DD,she caught her in the clothes section,crouching.
She brought her back to me,I smelled poo,it was in her knickers and all over her trousers,
I cleaned her up in the loo changed clothes etc,
when I came out we got our things together and left,waking past the clothing section I see it's barricaded off,and there is a lady mopping...
a friend of mine walks past and says "can you believe someone Shat on the floor over there,theyve just cleaned it up!"
At this point DD proudly announces " that was ME! "

Oh dear FriggFrigg... DS shat his pants on a train once. I smelled poo but thought we were passing a sewage farm, then he stuck his hand down his trousers and... argh! At least there was a loo on the train and I was still in the habit of carrying wipes and spare trousers. But I must confess to having wrapped up his underpants and put them in the bin.

Having to get the potty out in the queue for rick stein's fish and chip shop, trying desperately to find a slightly more private spot, taking too much time to do so, having to tip potty contents down a drain in full view of everyone in queue and window seats in restaurant, not having any spare pants, dd wearing a skirt ...

A catalogue of errors! We ended up having to buy her a swimming costume so that she could have some decency sitting in her pushchair. Would you believe in the whole of padstow there wasn't a single shop that sold toddler pants or a pair of trousers for less than £20!