At the oldest child's football game, the cheerleaders gave out blue horseshoes with bells on them to the crowd to make noise with. Each of my children were the recipients of such fabulous noisemakers.
At one point the youngest child dropped his horseshoe on the metal bleachers. It made such a loud racket that even the obnoxious noisy parents in front of us turned to look. My baby, who's been able to blush since the day he was born, blushed and started to hide his face. Then, in his "outside voice" says, "Mommy, why do you keep droppin' that?"