Red Faced
I remember my Ex telling me a Rib tickling story in the sixties and its stayed with me all these years.
We lived in Glossop then and she and my three children were on the bus sat on the long seats on the lower deck near the exit, there were no doors on buses then.
When the bus stopped at a bus stop a lady who looked very "posh" got on the bus, she was immaculately dressed in red and white, red short coat, white blouse, red skirt, red shoes white gloves and white hat. Her little girl was the same, "very posh" in those days. They both sat on the long seat opposite my wife and after a while the little girl stood up on the seat and started jumping up and down, her mother said "now sit down and behave, because people have to sit on this seat and you are dirtying it."
The little girl sat down for a minute or two and then up she was, jumping up and down, mother again told her to sit down or she will tell "daddy". Two minutes later, up she goes again, the mother threatened to tell "daddy" and once more the child sat down.
By this time all the bus was listening to her. Once again little girl started jumping up and down and mother said in a loud voice "right I am going to tell Daddy". Little girl looked at her mother with a look to kill, and said "if you tell Daddy about me, I'm going to tell daddy about you wee-wee-ing in our new bucket".
The mother went as red as her clothes, jumped up and got off the bus at the next stop. As the bus pulled away the whole of the bottom deck erupted in laughter and my wife saw the lady smack, the little girl across her back! Children don't know how to lie at that age.