One day I came home from work to find my front window badly shattered and cracked. I quickly looked round to see a lad kicking football on the grass verge opposite my house. Fuming and seething, I bolted over like a loony, ranting and raving at the boy, wanting to know if it was him who had booted the football into my window!!! The kid burst out crying and said he was off to fetch his dad! So I went into the house, rang the police to get a crime number so that the council would come out to mend the window. The dad knocks on the door and forces the protesting lad to apologise for breaking the window, who I must say, I wasn't very polite to!
Anyway, couple of hours later my teenage daughter comes home, I whinge and moan and tell her about what's happened and about having to clear up the broken glass etc... She agrees that I did the right thing and what a bad lad, blah blah!
A few YEARS later, we were reminiscing about it, that's when she admits that while I was at work, a teenage boy who liked her knocked at the door, so she went outside to talk to him. While they were in the front garden, he leaned forward to give her a kiss, she was a bit taken aback by this, so she grabbed hold of him and smacked his head straight into the window!! Apparently he was fine but shocked and ran off scared witless! Needless to say, I could've wrung her neck! Kids eh! Who'd have 'em? x
My sister and I loved to make trouble (at this time, I was about 5 and she was 4), and in a time when you could leave your kids outside without worrying, we came across the neighbor's toddler playing in the mud.
So we filled the kid's diaper with some of the mud he was playing in.
Imagine changing that diaper!
My best friend was in the kitchen painting. He had a baby in the highchair nearby, and his 3-year old son was meandering about. Ryan heard a 'whack!', and the baby was crying.
He turned around and his son said, "That baby's mad! That baby's mad at me!"
Naturally, my friend asked, "Why?"
So, his son hauled off & smacked the baby (again)!
When I was about five years old, I frequently got into trouble, along with my partner-in-crime, little sister. One night, my parents were downstairs watching television. As all parents know (or if they don't, soon will), when it gets quiet, it's A Bad Thing.
Sure enough, when they came to investigate, they discovered us coating the bedroom wall with
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my one year old LOVES to brush his teeth with my electric toothbrush, one morning getting ready for work he wanted to brush his teeth so I gave him the toothbrush and as im getting dressed i hear the toothbrush still on and him laughing I walk in bathroom and find him brushing our dog shadows teeth with MY toothbrush! I said what are you doing? He responded with "shadow all CLEEANN"