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: so as the king of bad decisions, i most recently exercised my tifu majesty by interacting with a young boy in target, which basically set off a virtual manhunt.


so i'm in the deodorant aisle trying to decide whether to stray away from the safety of speed stick: ocean surf into the more wise and fatherly scent of speed stick: fresh, and as i'm at this crossroads in life, a woman walks by pushing her cart. inside the cart is a boy, probably 6, and his little sister, probably 3.


the mom starts looking at toothbrushes or something, and the boy goes "mom i gotta poop!" and starts whining. the mother, in an act of mother-of-the-yearness, replies, "just hold it i'm almost done."


are you kidding me? when a child has to shit, you drop everything. don't you know the fucking consequences?!!?


so he starts his bitching and i just bail for another aisle to grab some other important man stuff. i had to get non-pore clogging cucumber face cleanser and a neck pillow for computer-related stiffness. then i head to the cash registers.


after my purchase i walk over to the bathrooms because all of the intense shopping has given me the urge to take a dragonpiss. when i get there i have to wait small line because the bathroom is full. the mother is there with her cart full of kids, and she is all flustered that there's a line. apparently there's something wrong with the men's bathroom so only one stall is open, so in a grand prank of the universe, there's a line for the men's bathroom only and not for the women's.


the little girl has snot all the fuck over her disgusting face, so the mom says "dammit i'll be right back" and walks into the women's bathroom to get some papertowels. meanwhile the little boy stands up in the cart and starts going "i have to pooooo! i have to pooooo!" and he's getting louder.


after a minute (where is the mom??) the boy stands up in the cart, starts shaking his ass like a witchdoctor casting a spell, and starts rhythmically chanting "i-gotta-take-a-dump. i-gotta-take-a-dump." the girl starts chanting along with him in babble.


of course having been raised entirely on south park, i begin nodding my head and following the beat, and gently encouraging the kid, "oh yeah! that's the stuff! you got music in you, kid!" 


the kid, encouraged by this, starts smiling really big and shouts at the top of his lungs, "i have to poop, i have to fart, **i have to siiiiiiiing!!!!**" and opens his arms like an opera singer. all the customers in the line start cracking the fuck up.


then, i notice mommabear on her cell phone exiting the restroom as this happens, she saw the kid belting his dumpsong, and freaks out. she rushes over and starts chastising him. i instantly bail and head to the electronics department to look at ps4 games while the line dies down because i don't wanna take the heat. as i'm walking away, i hear that little fucker yell, "he told us he liked farts!"


as i turn around i see this little traitor motherfucker pointing **directly at me** and the mom staring at me with a horrified glance. i got this deer in the headlights look and instantly lost my cool and hotstepped it over to electronics. about four minutes later a woman i've never seen shows up, points at me, and shouts "that's the man right there! i saw it all!" then a security guard, a 19 year old girl about 80 pounds max, asked me to leave the store. i did.


**tl, dr: child makes me look like a pedo creep for encouraging his musical abilities**


edit: grammar/spelling

TIFU by speaking to a child at Target...