That’s hilarious! It reminds me of a silly little memory I have of being at school. It was Christmas and we were in History, being lectured (told off) by the teacher. Right after he finished one of the Christmas decorations fell off the ceiling and landed in a neat pile on his desk, which broke the tension we were all feeling.
I don’t think I was a particularly naughty child but I’m sure there were things I did that my parents didn’t like! Hmm. I remember I used to dry the cat off on rainy days with a tea towel even when I was asked not to. Telling my brother to shut up became a compulsion - I would go back in time and change that if I could, even though it didn’t end up having serious consequences.