Early hours of the morning my mom hears screaming coming from the bedroom so she comes running in to see what is going on.

As she opened the door I was stood, ♥♥♥♥ in hand pissing all over my brother and his bed. (We shared a bedroom at the time, both with single beds in diagonally opposing corners, he was 11 or 12.)

She starts yelling to stop me but my moms shouting would not deter me and my stream continued. She resorted to hitting me to snap me out if it. I stopped mid flow and turned 90 degrees to face her, still holding my super soaker, paused, and then said "do you not think you are bein a little ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ unreasonable." Returned to my previous position and finished showering my brothers bed. Then went and climbed back into my own bed and left them to deal with what had just happened.

I woke up in the morning, saw my brothers bed had been stripped and assumed he had wet himself or was sick. Went downstairs to be met with incredible awkwardness. Asked what was wrong and had the events of the night explained to me. I have absolutely no recollection of anything between going to bed and waking up that night.