I have four children, three of whom are grown up, married and doing well. My youngest is my daughter Jordan. She is 13 and still living at home.
I remember many times over the years when things happened and they had no answers of how they got into the mess they did. I remember having to ask, "What were you thinking?", and "How come you don't know how your hair got cut off, weren't you there?"
There were times that it took some ingenuity to figure out a solution to their apparent crisis of the day. One time, one of them decided to taste the inside of the freezer. I poured warm water over their tongue and they were soon detached from this major kitchen appliance. I often wondered what went through their mind standing there knowing there was no way out of that one without anyone finding out. Keep in mind, they were tall enough to put their head into the freezer.
My younger son once took the transformer to the model train we had and flung it around by the cord. He wacked himself in the head and got a nice gash there. Who would have thought he would do that, how bored was he, and what would possess him to do that? I still have no idea.
When my next one came along, Jordan, I decided not to have a repeat of same kind of incident so I bought a new train for under the Christmas tree that ran on batteries. Oh, I thought I had the answer until....
There she was about three, standing in the living room screaming. We were all sitting there enjoying the holiday when she had put the train engine on top of her head. It was still running and winding up her beautiful blonde hair with its wheels. My husband video taped me using a screw driver to remove the train from her hair. It was so unbelieveable we had to film it. When I asked her why she had put the train on her head, she said quite calmly, "train hat".


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I still find myself asking my husband those same questions : "What were you thinking when you did that?!?!?!" While we don't have children yet, I am still getting to practice my disbelief face with him.
:)
His son was 13. Now my son is thirteen and I find myself telling him, "I don't need any "my idiot son" stories to tell at work."
Thanks kim and Kathryn!