I was at a picnic a couple summers ago and met a colleague's 8 year old daughter for the first time. She was wearing plastic bracelets - like the "jelly" bracelets that were popular when I was in grade school. I pointed to them and said, "You know, I had bracelets just like those when I was your age." The little girl's jaw dropped and she said, "Wow, I didn't know these were so OLD."
One day my husband and I were in a safeway market with our 2 sons when they when the oldest was 4 and the baby a couple months old. my 4 year old had learned some habits from his uncle who would have him watch the pool area from the windows of are apartment to let his uncle know when an oh oh babe would be out by the pool. well this day in the store we were behind a older women who was quite large in size, when all of a sudden my son pinches her on the rear end and says big butt.He was right by his dad who was right behind him and the woman, when all of a sudden the woman turns around and slaps my husband, who she thought had pinched her rear, my husband looked stunned and i almost burst out laughing by the looks on both there faces. I explained to her my son had done the naughty deed and had him say he was sorry and she apologized to my husband whom she had smacked. but they were both red in the face from the incident.
I used to date a man who had an 8yr old boy. I adored this child probably more than the man. It seemed like every time we ate, Cory(the boy) would offer me a bite of what he was eating. I thought that was the sweetest thing ever. I just knew he was worried I wasn't getting enough to eat until one day I was telling a friend and told her that he must be thinking I was too skinny or something and he piped up and said, "No!, I just want to make sure it's not poisoned! I watch the news."
This is a confession of my own bad childhood behavior... one summer day, my cousin and I were playing in my back yard, as our parents chatted nearby. We started to throw flowers and sticks and small rocks into what we were imagining was a wishing well. We were having fun coming up with unusual wishes and finding things to toss into the darkness... until I heard my father scream, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Turns out our wishing well was the gas tank to our snowmobile... which never ran again. Perhaps the best punishment was seeing the thing sitting in our back shed as a teenager, and wishing I hadn't touched daddy's things.