I tried to rescue the last green tomatoes after the first hard frost when I was about four. For some reason some of them wanted to free-range in the living room, and others wanted to bask in the sun on a windowsill, and still others wanted to swim in the toilet...
*metally belatedly apologizes again to parents about the backed up plumbing*
I wanted brownies once when I was about four, but the parents wouldn't make it, so I mixed up an egg, some milk, and some Nestle's Quik in a big plastic cup, and set it to "bake" on the window sill.
Fortunately, my brother tattled on me before I got to try my concoction.
My Jonner (who is now 5) once made cookies when he was 3: 12 eggs, a box of baking soda, a half-bottle vanilla, a pinch of flour, and a spoon of sugar.
This was, of course, the day I had a root-canal, and came home to find this mess. He was trying to get his baby sister (age 1) to taste it.
(Have you ever read the Erma column where she talks about camping, and a bored kid who peeled all the labe? They wind up taking shelter in the car, and she grabbed 2 cans, just in case. She got the scouring powder and the vienna sausages.)
I'm told that, at one point when I was around 3, it was terribly important that I move every single potato in the house into the bathroom. Not into the toilet, just into the bathroom. They ended up sort of piled around the little stool my parents were keeping in there.
I do not remember this myself. The only reason it's remembered at all is because my mother took a fnorking picture of me, in the bathroom door, potato in hand and incriminating pile of potatoes behind me. Otherwise I could deny the whole thing.
My own children once emptied the refrigerator at 5 am and dragged every thing into their room when they were only toddlers. I woke up and saw light under the door. Inside I found them mixing margarine with parmesian cheese and bacon bits, while the rest of the food was distributed around the room...
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Date: 2003-04-12 01:42 pm (UTC)I said, "I'm a caterpillar."
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Date: 2003-04-12 02:01 pm (UTC)*metally belatedly apologizes again to parents about the backed up plumbing*
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Date: 2003-04-12 02:13 pm (UTC)Fortunately, my brother tattled on me before I got to try my concoction.
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Date: 2003-04-12 02:50 pm (UTC)I guess they weren't saying what I wanted to sell.
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Date: 2003-04-12 03:01 pm (UTC)My Jonner (who is now 5) once made cookies when he was 3:
12 eggs, a box of baking soda, a half-bottle vanilla, a pinch of flour, and a spoon of sugar.
This was, of course, the day I had a root-canal, and came home to find this mess. He was trying to get his baby sister (age 1) to taste it.
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Date: 2003-04-12 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
"You know you can't flush a grapefruit?"
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Date: 2003-04-12 03:05 pm (UTC)(Have you ever read the Erma column where she talks about camping, and a bored kid who peeled all the labe? They wind up taking shelter in the car, and she grabbed 2 cans, just in case. She got the scouring powder and the vienna sausages.)
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Date: 2003-04-12 03:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-12 03:55 pm (UTC)I do not remember this myself. The only reason it's remembered at all is because my mother took a fnorking picture of me, in the bathroom door, potato in hand and incriminating pile of potatoes behind me. Otherwise I could deny the whole thing.
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Date: 2003-04-12 04:07 pm (UTC)Actually it could be worse...
Date: 2003-04-12 04:13 pm (UTC)