GRANDMA’S HOUSE: Tales of shame
By Jackie Burrell
Friday, December 14th, 2007 at 6:00 am in Books.
OK folks, this is the last day! Read on, then click comments and enter by midnight tonight:
Last week, we asked readers to tell us what lurked in the depths of their totes. The results were, as expected, hilarious – pumpkin seeds, snot busters, dolly socks, even a potato – and we loved the suggestion of keeping a defunct TV remote control in there to keep junior occupied on shopping trips.
So, two things: we’re shipping winner “CPA and Soccer Mom Angela” a copy of PH Hanson’s adorable “My Mommy’s Tote” board book. And we’re launching this week’s big Q. The prize? We’ve got a trio of new books, including “Cranium: Ultimate Book of Fantastic Fun and Games,” Jerry Pinkney’s “Little Red Riding Hood” and Holly Hobbie’s “Toot & Puddle: Let It Snow.” Perfect fare for a long holiday car ride to Grandma’s … who inspired this week’s contest. Much as we adore Grandma’s house, our kids always manage to get into wildly inventive trouble when we visit. So this week, we’re sharing the shame. Click “comments” (we’ll draw a winner Friday night) and tell us, what’s the worst thing your kids have done at Grandma’s? Ours plucked an avocado off Grandma’s tree and discovered that when you throw one against the side of her pretty, pretty, pale gray house, it explodes in a spectacular green smear … and when you throw a couple dozen of them … OK, now it’s your turn!
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December 10th, 2007 at 1:07 pm
My MIL discovered that felt tip pens and crayons do not mix with new white carpet. Kids like to color everything not just the coloring books and sometimes they color in the book but on the floor, and since they are not the kind to color inside the lines a lot goes off the edge.
December 10th, 2007 at 1:13 pm
Grandpa is a professional drummer with LOTS and LOTS of drums. Can’t you just imagine all of the racket a four year old can make with all of that cool loot to play with?
December 10th, 2007 at 1:16 pm
My kid’s not yet one, but he promises to be a terror. So far he’s already managed to upset his milk cup all over Grandma’s silk shirts which were inside a drawer! How he did that, we still don’t know.
Takes after me probably
I managed to fall through my grandma’s roof when we were visiting her one holiday season. I went to get a toy that my cousins had thrown up there and then dared me to get it down. I climbed a tree and scrambled over the roof, got the toy, was getting back all triumphant when — creak, crash — and I was suddenly in the living room that was filled with family and friends, including a couple of incensed adults (my parents). Needless to say, it put a damper on the holiday spirit.
December 10th, 2007 at 2:13 pm
For the most part, my daughter is really good at her grandparents’ house. She just likes to get us in trouble: mommy says it’s bad when you smoke, daddy said grandma doesn’t know what she’s talking about, etc. Now if you want stories about the worst thing grandma’s done at our house…
December 10th, 2007 at 2:16 pm
My 18 month old somehow dialed 911 – and in small town Oklahoma that means the police show up at the front door!
December 10th, 2007 at 2:39 pm
Ethan threw a ball and cracked the frame of an expensive print!!
December 10th, 2007 at 4:40 pm
I have great memories of getting into trouble at MY grandpa’s house with my cousins as a child. I think the combination of seeing everyone that we hadn’t seen all year and the excitement of the holidays brought out the WORST in us! There seemed to be someone with their head stuck in the iron staircase banister at least once. Or we’d get caught throwing things off of his balcony (food, paper, whatever we thought was funny). Yes, those were great memories.
December 11th, 2007 at 9:16 am
We live at Grandma’s house (oh no!) but the worst that has happened is when the bathroom door was left open and we ended up trying to get the toilet unplugged…guess what we found? A truck, canning jar lid and a serving spoon!
December 11th, 2007 at 2:17 pm
At Grandma’s house we decided one afternoon that the very large vegetable garden area must be home to dinosaur bones, so we proceded to dig it up. Our plan switched to “let’s make it a swimming pool” and we continued digging all afternoon. I don’t think I ever saw my grandfather’s face get that red.
December 12th, 2007 at 12:11 am
Well, my little one is only 5 1/2 months old but when he goes to grandmas he likes to get into everything and since it isn’t babyproof we have to watch him very closely!