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What was the dumbest stunt pulled by you and a brother or sister?
My parents’ bathroom (only bathroom in the house so I guess it was the family bathroom) had a glass window in the door with the special glass that made it not clear. Marci had been in there forever and I “spoke” to bathe next. But, when Marci came out, Melissa raced in there and barricaded the door (no lock on it, just a method of opening two cupboards in such a way that “locked” the door.) Marci heard me screaming outside the door at Melissa and came to my rescue. With her fist, she started banging on the door to get Melissa to let me in. She broke the glass.
Silence.
Fear.
Dad was angry when he got home. I don’t remember a specific punishment. I felt really bad. I remember worrying about the cost of replacement. They did replace the glass with mirrors, which have been really nice. J
First question, "Mom, what is a stunt?" (did you catch that in the tag question)He wanted me to explain every detail of this "stunt" over and over and by the end he had incriminated Melissa as the "at fault" sister by a long shot. I simply couldn't talk him out of it. He claims Melissa should have listened to me because I "spoke" for the bathroom (I did have to explain what "speaking for" something means, I am pretty sure that phrase or word is going to start showing up around here).
I am kind of thinking it was Marci's fault . . .
as soon as I read the the memory question, i knew I was in for it!! I must clarify, for your son's sake....
ReplyDeleteyes, you may have "spoke" for the bathroom, but one has to remember I was like Dan, fastest shower kid in the house!! I just KNEW I could sneak in there, barricade the door and be out before you left your show in the living room. Marci, however, came to the rescue and "ruined" all potential strategy. (I do think the mirrors are a bonus though!
Carry on ....
Haha I loved reading this. I could picture it all. And it also made me think of a memory I have of that bathroom. (I must have been too young to figure out the barricade system cuz i do remember using that as i got older) What i remember is there was a little old fashioned key or something in the lock. I guess i didn't know it didn't work, and i needed to have the door locked i guess, so I used that key to lock it. But turns out I accidentally locked myself in there. I couldn't get the key to move. And being the only bathroom in the house, a line started forming outside waiting for me to get out. I was too scared to tell anybody cuz i thought i would get in trouble because I knew we weren't supposed to lock that door, so I pretended to still be using the bathroom.... for a really long time. I can't remember who I finally told that I was stuck in there, but word got out to everyone and next thing i knew, someone got shoved up the laundry shoot to come save me. HAHA Good times in that bathroom.
ReplyDeleteOh, Cindy I have laughed and laughed over your story and can picture the whole thing. Wasn't that laundry chute amazing? Still is, in fact. My kids think it is the coolest thing EVER. Anyway, thanks.
ReplyDeleteNow, Melissa, you think you are so fast, well there wasn't a shower put in yet, so you would have had to take a bath, so neh
:-) I just can't get over my boy's reaction to your guilt. He asked about every family member's whereabouts and still came back to pegging you all the way.
Carson, I love you!! Not once in my whole life did I even consider that the breaking of the glass door was Melissa's fault and not mine. Carson has shed a new light on a glass shattering situation that has kept me in great despair all these years.
ReplyDeleteAs soon as Dad put up the mirrors on the door, I couldn't have been a happier teenager. I could see the back of my hair!!
Cindy, I remember clearly the day you used the key and locked yourself in the bathroom. Dad kept walking back in the kitchen shaking his head and saying like he does in all situations, "Why?, Why did she need to lock the door? No one locks the door. What was she thinking?" As a teenager, I just looked at Dad with wonder as to how dense he could be that every home in the neighborhood had normal locks on the bathroom doors and they were used daily. Not an old fashion key that never came out and jammed if you used it.
Marci,
ReplyDeletethis window breaking news that Carson believes lies fully at my fault is saddening my quick to bathe heart! one must remember the competitive nature I was born with. It is no fault of mine that the competitiveness exploded that night and I HAD to beat Colette to the tub.
I did not even have a bath that night. due to the shattering (i don't think) I did not even think of sliding down the back of the chicken tub. It was (would have been) all jump in, lather up, rinse and go, all before Colette realized her show was over!
To my dismay, all strategy was shattered! One must think of the motive behind the intent. I HAD TO WIN!!
Cindy, your story is awesome, with Marci's comments, I have vivid imagery of the entire event taking place. Way too easy to see my dad's reaction and KNOW what you must have been feeling locked inside the bathroom by a skeleton key that dates back to the 1900's. Good thing for old fashion laundry shoots!