[whatever the fuck i want ask game]
When I was a little kid I called one of my dad's coworkers a buttface and he said, "Now, [Scoops], you don't even know what that means."
And I, very huffily, explained that yes I did; "It's when you have a BUTT for a FACE," said while making cupping motions with both hands in front of my face to suggest buttface cheeks.
Another time, when I was perhaps littler but old enough that I knew how to walk, my parents took me camping and made it a little over a full 180° around the tent putting in stakes before they realized something was up. This was half because they ran out of stakes, and half because a second later I caught up to them with a Very Helpful™️ bouquet of tent stakes in my hands.
Basically I was a menace until approximately second or third grade, when The Anxiety got me.