Last blog post! Let me just begin by saying: thank you to all of you for your wonderful comments (required as they were =p ). It was great to hear your personal stories, but also to know that whatever craziness I threw together made you smile =) But now, on to this week’s story:
If you have any experience with kids whatsoever, you’ll know that their brains are the craziest things ever. The methods and thought process they use to rationalize any action are fascinating. But while it seems like insanity to our mostly developed college brains, it makes perfect sense to the little 5 or 6 year old.
At least, that’s what I tell myself when I think about the time my two younger siblings and I thought it would be a good idea to “hide” our baby brother on the top shelf of our linen closet.
My partners in crime and I,
were playing THE ultimate game of hide and seek. One person counted, while one of the other two hid, and the last one hid him/herself AND the “baby”
(baby was about two years old at the time… excuse my not having any of our baby pics on my laptop…).
Well I, in my 7-8 year old brilliance, enlisted the help of my brother Joe (the dude in the top picture) and with great skill (I am still in awe of how we managed… to this day I can’t reach the top shelf) managed to get our little brother (who was a chubby bunny back in the day) on the uppermost shelf. He was a pretty quiet kid. Didn’t make a peep.
The game progressed as per usual, and my brother and I watched with glee as my sister searched high and low. After forever and a half in kid-time, she finally found him!
We then went about the business of releasing baby brother from his elevated hiding spot.
There was just one problem.
We couldn’t.
He was stuck.
After several body-contortionist worthy stunts, none of which succeeded, we took a break and sat down to consider our options. We looked at the closet. And then at each other. The closet. Each other. The closet. Each other. Baby brother was beginning to get upset. A whimper. We looked at each other again.
Did I mention he was stuck?
After careful but swift calculation, we decided we had approximately 30 seconds before the dam broke and Baby Brother started raising people out of their graves with his cries, and approximately 32 seconds till Mom abandoned whatever was on the stove and came sprinting upstairs.
And so we did what any other rational kid would do in this situation: go to her before she gets to you.
Supermom arrived, did some expert manipulating, removed the tiny human from the little closet, gave us our well deserved verbal hiding, and went back to doing her thing.
As was evident, in this case Alls well that ends well. Brother was safe, but it was a couple more years before we tried to put another kid in a closet shelf (… and that time I was not part of the debacle).
.the end.
Anyway, thanks for reading guys! and peace out to ya’ll from the Abraham crew =)
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http://www.turbokicknj.com/ultimate-reset-day-21-i-did-it/hurrah/