Oh. I forgot. I remember deliberately pouring a boiling hot plate of spaghetti on my dad's feet one night when he was beating on my brother. I just wanted to make him stop and/or redirect to me.

It was great. It worked. I mean, it didn't even get redirected to me. He was worried about his burned feet. Brilliant that. I think I was 10ish. Already learning the art of domestic warfare.