This happend quite a few years ago when my son was 5. Actually, it happened at the airport on our way home from a wonderful vacation at WDW. In fact, it was my son's first trip. He wasn't too happy to be leaving and was making life miserable at the airport. So, after a while, I decided to take him to the bathroom for a "discussion". As I am literally dragging him toward the bathroom, he is looking back and screaming to my mother, "GRANDMOTHER, WORK A MAGIC SPELL!".