It is with regret that I could not photographically document my son flushing his new leather shoes down the toilet. But picture the scene. Trying to go out we started a frantic search for my toddler's footwear. Who could have guessed that he had decided that his new leather shoes needed a wash in the downstairs loo? A pair of soggy Clarks rammed into the u-bend was the scene that met me. Our trip was delayed while we blow dried them. And remember, this was pre-Febreze as well.
I'd love too, to re-live the moment when Joe poured a whole bottle of Kouros aftershave belonging to my ex into his bath. My boy was sat in the tub of heavily, manly fragranced water feeling very proud of himself clutching the iconic empty bottle like a trophy. His male grooming was clearly important to him even then! My ex was not amused, and boy did the bathroom smell like a nineties nightclub for weeks afterwards! I stifled my giggles!
And how I would have loved to record the moment when we worked out why there was a musty smell in Joe's bedroom. Apparently, the bathroom was too far for him to walk at night, so he decided to use the inside of his wardrobe as his own personal urinal. It took me a while to process the information...I kept feeling the soaked wooden corner of his wardrobe and sniffing my fingers until suddenly the realization dawned...just ew!
|My Little Monkey!|
When we told him that flicking marbles with a ruler was not a good idea and would lead to an accident, he chose not to heed our sound advice. En route to Alton Towers we stopped at a supermarket to buy some picnic supplies, leaving reluctant teen shopper Joe in the car. I'm sure you can guess what came next, but thank goodness for AutoGlass. The sound of exploding glass drew a crowd and a shamefaced Joe finally realised the wisdom of our earlier warning!
Although I may not have pictures to post on Facebook or videos to post on YouTube of number one son's misdemeanours...I have technicolour memories of my little boy's mischief over the decades! To know he has grown up into a successful, loving, caring young man puts it all into perspective. He was cheeky and mischievous, a bit daft at times, but never malicious...he made people laugh and was a real clown and a lot of fun.
To be honest, nothing has really changed!
Whenever he visits he will still get up to high jinx, whipping us with tea towels when he is supposed to be drying up. He teaches Freddy to say cheeky expressions! He sabotages family photos waiting for the last moment before the shutter clicks before changing his expression from a sweet smile to a hilarious gurn. He sticks clothes pegs on my toes! After watching a scary movie he does his utmost to terrify me...going as far as to download the scary ringtone from "One Missed Call" and phoning my mobile in the middle of the night. I still buy him an advent calendar every year, he eats all 24 choccies on December 1st. He gives us occasional prank phone calls pretending to be a Pizza/Chinese/Indian restaurant home delivery man (one day I really will take delivery of 10 deep pan Margheritas!) I've been rugby tackled more than once, attacked with water pistols, and no family meal time happens without some incident involving an item of cutlery, a potato and one of his sisters!
|I can provide photographic evidence of this naughtiness!|
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