Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: as every tifu goes, this happened today, and totally not years ago. i am a eight year old child attending church, i am sent up to the 'kids church' to watch the 'kids sermon' anyway they collect a few kids to the front of the room for an example. the example goes like this, there is a locked box and a pile of 30-40 keys, kids sift through the keys trying to find the right one. i am up there looking at the rest of the children sifting through keys and i see that a key is off to the side a bit, i think maybe a kid started a pile of used keys but then why is it so far back and behind the teachers chair. so anyway everyone is participating but me, so i am drawing attention to myself, i somehow distracted the teacher(i have no idea how i forgot, it was just so recent). i grabbed the key and i bid my time, watching the kids sift through a little while more. then i hide it in my hand, reach to the pile of keys(to make it look like i grabbed one) and head to the locked box. as the teacher starts saying "sometimes we encounter problems in our life and we look for solutions and we can't find any, that's why we need god!" *creeeeak* the lockbox is open. i see the concern in the eyes of the teacher, all eyes from the audience are on me. they then shift back to the teacher and start questioning her about it, they all look confused, i look into the lockbox. a massive bag of sour patch kids. i lift it up and the eyes turn back to me(or more accurately the bag.


one girl(we will call her susie) who had been searching said "but i worked hard too why does he get them!"  


another boy chimed in "yeah why?"  


the teacher replied "their right op you should share, if you'd like(slightly demanding tone and stare ensue)"  


(i am a cold hard introvert and am very good with words(not writing, speaking))  


i replied "but teacher, miss, god gave these to me, are you saying we should hand out what god has given to us, or are god's gifts not specifically for us, and if not, why does god not give them to others?" why was susie not given a gift directly from god, why must i make sacrifices for her?"( i am not sure these are my exact words because i was young and not **as** literate as i am now, but i was rather literate for a child.)  


these next words are engraved in my mind  


i continued "should only the faithful(i learned the word faithful that very service) receive gifts for their patronage? are gods gifts to be scattered among the greedy? or to be valued by the rich in spirit. these children only want to reap the rewards of faith but refuse to put in the work!" (i was actually mad at this point because i thought it was unfair, was not yelling though.)  


the teacher was somewhat stunned, i was the quiet one in the group, i didn't speak, i didn't participate in activities and i didn't like people(especially cheaters, who i now viewed the teachers as)  


she thought on her response quickly, but not quickly enough, susie screamed those little screams of greedy children **"buuuut i want candy naaaaoooowww"** she then sat down and cried and another one cried and another and another, but i realized all i heard was crying but i saw no tears. the baby room was right beside us, it had like 26 of those 9lb hellbeasts.no one in our room was crying, it was all the little heallbeasts. as the crying began so did the headaches of the children in our room. then the teens down the hall had started their worship music, which further hurt our poor heads. within minutes mothers were rushing upstairs thinking their babies had been slaughtered or something(insert biblical joke about bethlehem here), the children of our group had left the room unsupervised and entered the chapel some of them tugging on their fathers shoulders, others screaming "mommy". there were too many kids for that small church, they had done more than interrupted the service they were now sitting in the seats with their parents crying to death. everyone including the pastor was startled, him even more so because **susie was his daughter** she ran down the aisle crying and screaming and he left the auditorium shortly after. i was still in the room, no teachers left, no kids left the babies cries trailed off once their parents had come up but i was alone in the room. i picked up the key, as well as my prize, and walked out of the room. found my parents, they had no idea it was me. i recall getting home early and i asked them what happened, they explained the situation in the auditorium(thats why i can recall it so well, even though i wasn't in the auditorium).  


our family and almost every other family walked out, got in their cars and left. i sat in the back in my 'kid chair' shoved the key in my pockets and ate a few sour patch kids.  


to this day, my parents laugh about that day and how horrifying it was to see toddlers jumping from every entrance of the auditorium, with no sense of who started the riot.  


also i remember volunteering for for the same church years later and found out they repeat sermons(kids forget easily), which means at some point they pulled out that lockbox again but even they didn't have a key for it, i kept it as, well sort of a trophy i suppose.

TIFU by starting a toddler riot