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: long ago when i was but a child, i struggled immensely from stomach related issues. at one point of time, my parents believed that i struggled from irritable bowel syndrome or crohn's disease. at times i would go a week or more without - as my father would say - "cutting a ham". sometimes i did it purposely because i was too lazy to go to the bathroom. other times, i was out somewhere in public, and had an aversion to using public restrooms other than to take a leak.

my parents tried anything and everything in a pharmacy. laxatives, suppositories, magnesium citrate, prunes, etc. sometimes they work, other times not so much. my parents began to get angry at the constant abuse i was giving my body, particularly my mother. so one friday night while my dad was at work, my mom decided to treat me to a homemade smoothie. oh what joyful glee!

i wondered what occasion it might have been. knowing that fridays were designated as "fend for yourself" days, at least in regards to food, i pondered the thought of why she made it for me. and then, it hit me. my stomach sounded like moses was parting the brown sea from the depths of my lower intestine; bringing the israelites out of their bondage. and in response, i fought to keep the floodgates at bay. adamant on releasing them when i was good and ready.

bent over in the dim light of the guest bathroom screeching in pain, my good mother decided to check on me to see if her special smoothie had done the trick. i refused her the satisfaction and said to her in gasping breaths "i-i... don't have to use the toilet." outraged, my mother demanded i pull my shorts down and go. i obliged her demand, but as i pulled my trousers down to the gapes of my ankles, i felt a fleeting desire to object her even more. i would not back down, not like this.

moses raised his staff higher to the sky. his arms swayed and riddled with power unlike any other. he let forth a battle-cry of imminent determination, and yet i still held forth my struggle. finally, my mother said for the last time to sit on the porcelain. and with great rage i yelled "no!". enough was enough. with what felt like the lashing of a disturbed cobra, my mother struck me across my back. a sound that can only be describe as someone being juiced in a jet engine bellowed from behind me. wincing and crying in pain i turned to see what i had created. what i had released. the walls of the bathroom were painted with a part of me. it streamed off in differing directions. the smell, oh the smell was like nothing i had ever imagined. my mother was pelted with it also. on her hands, her shirt, her pants. she became part of my picasso. the floodgates had been broken, as moses had intended.

TIFU By disobeying my mother