Oddly enough I think I've had many of those experiences with mine! Another one besides the spit up on work clothes could be duplicated by taking steel wool to a pair of stockings to duplicate a small child not wishing to let you get out the door to work...Mommmy...pulls on stockings...makes a lovely ladder in them.
One of my kids pulled this on me...I was talking on the phone, and we were trying to sell the apartment so had painted it a week before...and instead of bothering me directly, my child took a lead pencil to the newly painted wall and scribbled on it. It wasn't an aggressive scribble but just, 'oh a new canvas...'
I used to look disdainfully at parents who let their children eat in the shopping cart during grocery store runs..until I had my own children during which I'd be prying open that package of bread or whatever would get me through it without hearing cries. Prezels, bagels would give me about fifteen minutes. You might take a bag of those, let the goat chew on them and get them really soggy, and then, sheepishly tell the cashier, 'I think he's eaten about four...sorry.'
I was born under a wandering star.