A little thread creep here. Please indulge me.

The history of Manneken Pis is actually quite sweet. Apparently, young Manneken had gone for a walk one day, and after a while his mother started worrying. She couldn't find him anywhere! She asked friends, neighbours everyone she met, but nobody had seen her son. In a fit of despair, she promised that if he was found, she'd have an sculptor make a statue of him in the exact position he held when he was found.
Well, he was found, and the statue sort of speaks for itself, doesn't it?

Cheers,

Magpie