Was sitting on the floor in my second bathroom tonight putting the second coat of drywall mud on the drywall patch where the plumber rearranged all the plumbing bits when my 4 year old son, Vaughn, came in to see what was up. He was crawling all over me and I didn’t mind. I was concentrating on my mud, as I was trying to smooth some very funky joints when I vaguely noticed that Vaughn was moving around behind me. Didn’t think much of it until I finished off with my best “I don’t know what I am doing but I am doing it anyway” flourish. It was then that I noticed that Vaughn was “moving” around behind me with each foot on one of those foam sanding pads…skating if you were. Now, the problem with this situation was that he was skating…with the sanding pads… on my brand new, vertical grain, 4″, hand nailed, 7 coats of hand applied polyurethane covered…Douglas Fir floor. Coats 8 and 9 coming up I guess!
What did your kid do?
Phil
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Funny . . . The last thing one of the kids did - -18 m/o got out of his mothers sight for a moment, made a b-line over to the table I was doing my taxes at and unplugged the adding machine I was using, just as I was hitting the grand total button. Only about 10 mins. of re-entering figures.
Mike
Hey, got ten, been there, done that!
Well this one my oldest is never gonna have an end to -- well atleast as long as I'm alive.
My wife lean build blond & blue-- has shorter style hair being a CPA she has to have that proffesional look & wears glasses.
She was around the house wearing low rise hip hugger jeans & a 1/2 shirt.
My oldest boy about 8 at the time said "gee mom you look like one of those sexy women---- untill you get to your head."
I was in the other room launching hot coffee out my nose, trying to keep burst of laughter from hitting her ears.
Do you look to the government for an entitlement, or to GOD for empowerment. BDW
My son never gets in trouble anymore.
I finally figured out this discipline thing,
Use an iron hand and a soft voice.Constructing in metric...
every inch of the way.
sir............Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->
WOW!!! What a Ride!<!----><!---->
Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!
'Nemo me impune lacesset'No one will provoke me with impunity
thanks...
that's some serious kid control....
looks like it'd work...Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->
WOW!!! What a Ride!<!----><!---->
Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!
A few years back I made a ticket "barrel" for the local Lions club. And I got a bit carried away with it. I made a 8-sided drum out of wood.
I worked and worked at it for about 6 weeks. Built the lid into the ouside of the 8 sided shape so it could be loaded easily.
Once it was done, I set it up on the stand and left it there for a while. One day my oldest Son decided to check it out. He opened the lid and peeked inside. Then he slammed the lid shut, but didn't latch it.
He grabbed the crank and spun that sucker around a few times to see how fast he could get it going before I really realized what he was doing.
The lid flew open, hit the floor on the way around, and splintered into a dozen unusable pieces.
I was so mad I made him leave the shop so I didn't kill him.
I had just spread the urethane glue for laying the bamboo in my three-year-old's room, when she walked in to check out progress wearing her brand new fuzzy slippers. And then when she saw what she'd stepped into, she backed out...right onto the hallway floor!
Look daddy I am helping....
as he pounds a screwdriver into a plaster wall. And it of course it wasnt an old philips head... or even a small flat head.... nope he chose my brandy new Mega Pro gazilllion bit driver. and he was using a t-10 bit....
I started the conversation by saying
give me the screwdriver, now, give me the hammer.
Very quietly.
I have read in multiple places that little kids are so cute when they are young as a survival mechanism. If they where not so cute, they would do something dumb (say key a car, draw name in drywall compound, drag a window sash weight accross a wood floor to name a few hypotheticals) and that would be the end of them....
Well let's see......
Older son "washed" neighbor's 4 mo old car w/ handfulls of sand.....$450.00
He also put a 9V battery in the VCR....."there was already one in the remote"...$65.00
Younger son flushed Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles down the toilet so they could get to the sewer.....twice.....No $$...just my labor.
Kids.....priceless.
Several softball-sized stones had fallen into our driveway from the construction site next door. One day my two sons (then about 5 and 7) were playing in the driveway, having great fun chucking the stones back over the 7 ft. high fence into the construction site, enjoying the loud bangs they made as they landed on the other side. What the boys could not see was that the stones were landing on top of the contractor's brand-new (less than 1 week old) pickup truck!
He was NOT amused when he came to the door to talk to my wife about it, but he kept his cool and our insurance fixed his truck. I'm not sure I would have been as calm if it had happened to me.
serves him right, letting softball sized stones fall into an area where lil' children are playing. The guy should keep his site a little cleaner
It's not just kids.http://www.twincreek.com/animals_indx.htmlSteve.
i got an instant message from my 23 year old son today saying he had renewed respect for me. seems he's having to spend some time around a 15 year old boy with an attitude. he wanted to know how i kept from just drowning him when he was that age. i told him i bought him a pair of inline skates to make it look accidental.
I was working at my boss' new place, remodeling the kitchen. The Boss was doing third coating mud on the wall. His 5 year old daughter was helping to clean up and had so thoughtfully swept all of the dust and dirt on the floor into a dustpan and........dumped it right into the bucket of drywall compound. I know I wasn't supposed to, but had to laugh hysterically.
Just last weekend, while trying to repair my 5th wheelbarrow in 6 months ( I must mix too much concrete), I go inside for lunch as my 3 kids are playing outside. When i went back outside, i notice that the buckut of bolts that I have is now submerged in pee. Of course i hunt down my 6 year old (boy) and confront him. I went something like this:
dad "Did you pee in my bolt bucket?"
son as he starts to cry:"yes...sorry"
dad:"why did you do that?"
son: "because I had to go!"
how the hell do i even argue with that?
LOL
I don't have kids, but I remember when I was a kid, around 8 or so, I was at a friends house and we washed his moms car....
then we decided the engine was dirty....so we popped the hood and rinsed that with the hose and the sprayer.....
then my friend took off the oil cap.... "Oh, my! It's real dirty in here! Pass me the hose."
He aimed it straight in there and began to go full blast. "oh yeah, look at all this dirt"
He kept going until the water bubbled out relatively clean.....
I think his mom made it to the end of the block later that day and her engine said have a nice life and pretty much blew up.