Kids who'd have them!!!!!

Tinkerbelle · 03-03-2005, 17:49

Yesterday my 'darling' 6 year old daughter was playing with her friends and decided to play with my keys, without asking and without letting me know. I came to send to send them to school this morning, hubby had looked the front door when he went to work and could i find my keys, she couldn't remeber were she had been playing with them or whether she had taken them outside, you can imagine my horror!! My house keys my car keys, I had visions of waking up tomorrow morning finding nothing left in the house and they'd piled it all into my car to take it away. A frantic full day of ripping the house apart and some 'light' questioning when she got up from school still didn't turn the keys up!! Alls well that ends well i found them at the back of her bedside cabinet that i honestly must have checked 3 or 4 times already, i just caught sight of a glimpse silver hanging over a wire.

Has anybody elses children ever struck them with fear like that?

pendy · 03-03-2005, 17:52

I once got back to London with my nearly 4 year old in tow, late on a Sunday evening. Got to my front door, no keys. The friend I had been staying with had a 4 year old with a fetish for handbags. She had removed my keys and hidden them! She was in Stoke on Trent .... HELP!!! -

Fortunately I had left a key with a friend in London, in case of emergencies. THIS WAS ONE! She drove over, we got home, frozen and exhausted.

Mind you, mine have had their moments .....

MichiganRed · 03-03-2005, 18:21

Things like this are why I love kids so much...especially when they go home to someone else's house.

pendy · 03-03-2005, 18:24

There was the never to be forgotten occasion when Catie, aged about 2, decided she would "help" with the housework. Only took a couple of minutes - when nabbed, she was spreading washing up liquid over my quarry-tiled kitchen floor with the dish mop. Despite frantic washing, I skated every time I went in there for days! Ahhhh!

West Ender · 03-03-2005, 18:41

I had a new inner front door fitted 3 years ago, solid hardwood with an oval frosted glass panel in the centre. The very next day my daughter, granddaughter (then aged 2) and I arrived at my all-locked-up house, opened the front door and went inside, leaving keys in the house. A passing neighbour called out, as Laura was toddling down the hall, and my daughter and I stopped in the porch to speak to her. Laura slammed the door shut. As the door was new I had not yet passed a spare key to my next-door neighbour so it was a case of smashing the reinforced glass panel to get in. It cost me £75 to get the joiner out that afternoon and a new glass panel put in.

Kids, don't you just love 'em?

andrewb · 03-03-2005, 18:53

I once found wool, and tied it EVERYWHERE in the house when I was small. I bet my mum enjoyed untangling the spiders web!

mez · 03-03-2005, 19:09

now ive a match for the washing up liquid, nette (who is a member on here ) used to love nothing better than getting the wash powder out & flinging the powder all over the kitchen floor, & then give you a beautiful grin, she was only 12months old at the time (sorry sweetheart)

grannyclaret · 03-03-2005, 19:48

lol at all your stories it reminds me of my son who has children of his own now ,we had just got a new carpet and tony who was about 5 at the time was merrily throwing flour all over it singing shake and vac and put the freshness back ,i diddent know whether to laugh at him or cry for my carpet ,but they are all lovely memories

West Ender · 03-03-2005, 20:46

Another grandchild memory for me. Grandson Peter, who is now 19, aged about 2 got up early one Sunday morning and decided to do some housework before Mummy got up. He got the dog's water dish and a cloth from the kitchen and bathed the video machine, then dried it off with a towel - and talcum powder. Nana and Grampa (me and Himself) were woken at 8 a.m. by a frantic phone call from Mummy, wailing, "What can I do?". Grampa said to put it out in the back garden for the day where the wind could dry it, then vacuum it. She did; it recovered; it still works.

I won't go into all the things my own 3 got up to. We'd be here all night.

slinky · 03-03-2005, 20:53

My eldest son was once stood at the bottom off the stairs looking out of the letter box. I could hear him shouting something but didn't know what he was saying. So I went over to him and he was shouting ''GAY BOY GAY BOY COME HERE GAY BOY!! HELLO...GAY BOY'', I pulled him away from the letter box and cringed, when I looked out of the window there was a man riding passed on a horse!! what he was trying to shout was ''cowboy''

slinky · 03-03-2005, 21:44

And another time when my youngest son was posting 10 pound notes through the letter box to the outside. Good job it was raining and stuck them to the path.

-pixie · 03-03-2005, 22:13

*sigh* And I have all this to come. I'm relativley safe at the moment - he is only 15 months old.

West Ender · 03-03-2005, 22:17

Quote:

Originally Posted by -pixie

*sigh* And I have all this to come. I'm relativley safe at the moment - he is only 15 months old.

Not long to go then, love.

-pixie · 03-03-2005, 22:20

The worst he has done is hit a child at playgroup so far. I was cringing, but also took into account that the aforesaid child was twice his size and is a spoiled little madam at the best of times. Plus she was pushing him over to get his biscuit, so she got what was coming to her in my opinion. I didn't tell him off TOO much.

West Ender · 03-03-2005, 22:27

My granddaughter has been to the Infants' Disco at school this evening. Her boyfriend, Francis, was there (he's blond, handsome and all the girls fancy him - he's 5). Laura said he smacked her on the bottom!!!!! "Like this", she said proudly, tapping her own behind. God help us in 10 years time.