When my son was about 5 or 6 years old, he came home from school upset because a boy in class pooped his pants and other kids were laughing at him when they heard him tell the teacher. He is really sensitive and was worried something like that would happen to him.
I told him not to worry that if it ever happened to him, to ask to be excused, go to the bathroom, grab some paper towels, wet them, go into a stall, removes his shoes, pants and underwear carefully, clean himself with the wet paper towels, wrap undies in the paper towels, put jeans and shoes back on, throw undies and towels in the garbage, wash hands and return to class.
I thought that was the end of it until about a year later when I was sitting in car line and my blonde haired, blue-eyed little brat came running to the car, jumped in the back seat, hugged me around the neck from behind and says, "I love you mama, you give the best advice ever"! I was like hmm, ok... what do you mean?
He told me that we needed to go straight home because he wasn't wearing underwear, because he had sharted at school and had to throw his undies in the trash!!! I about died laughing, then I gave him another important piece of advice. "Never, ever trust a fart!"
We both laughed! He was such a little Pooper Trooper!
True Story.