Saturday, November 26, 2005

Where Do Kids Get These Stupid Ideas From?

I made some popcorn for the kids while they watch their movie. I walk in to refill my big-big cup o' water to see Mikey crushing the popcorn in his bowl with the end of his light sabre.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making small popcorn!" ::smiles with pride::

"Dude, are you kidding me?"

If you could see me now you'd see me shaking my head in total, utter disbelief.

I had some stupid ideas when I was a kid. Like, hide-and-go-seek-in-the dark! Who's the brainiac that came up with that one? I mean, come on, it's pretty inevitable that someone's gonna get hurt. I did once in my cousin Mike's basement in South Buffalo and that ended with a trip to Our Lady Victory and stiches to the forehead. Or how about the time that Kelly Phillips and I decided to be cops and robbers and she had to chase me through my bedroom window. We got outside and then we couldn't get back in. We rang the doorbell and I recall having my ass handed to me, in front of Kelly, for proposing such stupidity AND actually following through with it. Or how about the times (yes, times, plural) I used to pretend I was Wonder Woman and I'd climb up on the copper tube that extended from the hot water hearter, in the basement. Oh what a genius. Years later I told my dad and he almost choked me. Hey, or how about the time I decided to decontaminate the water jug from the fridge by filling it with soap and water and leaving it on the counter. I mean, that's a disaster waiting to happen; like, your dad drinks it and chases you around a 1000 square foot house exclaiming, "I'm gonna get you, PICKU MATER".

Seriously, where the fuck do kids get these ideas from?

3 comments:

pjov4444 said...

I'm crying over here! I'm imagining your dad drinking that soapy water. Oh man...
Hey remember "Teta Cveta- Jimmy's stealing all my money"...
or dancing in the rain, going on a picnic in your backyard only to be interrupted by "a tiger!"; hiding in your closet while Baba pays a surprise visit...

M i s h e l l e said...

Oh my God. See, it is a must that I invest in massive amounts of duct tape. I could feed, bathe and school the kids all from the comforts of thier closet. Who cares about if they turn into serial killers AFTER they turn 18; they won't be my problem, eh?

LOL

Anne said...

Too funny... I still remember getting into so much trouble for playing in the dryer... One friend would climb in and we would hold the close button down so you didn't have to close the door. Well one time my mom was walking up the stairs and I got scared and slammed the door shut with my friend still in there. All you heard was bump bump, awwwwwww.... well need less to say that was not the best way to go...lol