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: in hindsight, the wife and i should have seen it coming. our youngest son is a legendary pants pooper in our family. at eight and a half years old, he's on a roll to set the record for the most ruined pairs of underwear in a single childhood. he's crapped his pants at home, in line at the grocery store, at the movie theater, at the park... i'm sure you get the picture. my wife and i learned long ago that it's always best to keep at least one change of clothes in the car. depending on how far from home we are, we might take two. typically, he'll pinch a loaf off in his pants at the absolute worst moment, and today was no exception. 

i had a rare friday off, and the wife and kids wanted to get out of the house. so we packed the boys up and drove across the james river to the virginia living museum for a day of air conditioned entertainment. our ride across the water went relatively smooth, with the boys mostly keeping to themselves (that should have been the first indicator that there was trouble brewing). while we were at the museum, we had a few minor incidences of crankiness from the kids, but nothing of note. 

before we left, we insisted that the boys go to the bathroom. 
the two older ones went into the bathroom while the wife and i interrogated the little one about his need to drop a load. he promised us that he only had to pee, so i took him into the men's room and made sure he did his business before we set out for home. 

we hop on the interstate and head east, only to get stuck in what i can only describe as a hornet's nest of traffic. according to the radio, it wasn't even a five mile backup, but traffic wasn't moving at all. when we were two miles from the nearest exit, we heard the dreaded call from the back seat that i was hoping against hope we wouldn't hear.

“i have to go poop and i don't think i can hold it.”

at that exact moment, the most hideous odor filled the car and we had to roll the windows down. it was so hot and humid outside that the “fresh” air didn't do us much good at all. so for what seemed like an excruciating eternity until we could get to the next exit, my wife, my 11 and 12 year old sons and i had to endure the unbearable stink of my eight year old's shit filled underwear. 

it took 20 minutes to make it to the next exit, at which point i promptly spotted a burger king and parked. while my wife and the bigger kids got out of the car and let it air out, i was tasked with fetching the backpack with his change of clothes from the trunk and taking him inside.
 
i don't want to say what i did with his shitty underwear, but let's just say that my methods this afternoon were questionable to say the least. i imagine that some poor, unsuspecting burger king employee probably smelled the tear inducing stink of a destroyed pair of fruit of the looms rolled up in a paper bag and tossed in the trash receptacle by the sink. along with about 15 shit smeared baby wipes.

i wanted to hurry and get the job over with before someone came in and found us wallowing in a sea of shame and ass wipes, so i hastily tossed everything and washed up as good as i could, then we hauled ass.

TIFU by believing my kid, then getting caught in a traffic jam.