When an adult I know was a young child, his mom was trying to read with his older sister. At some point he brought them some water. They drank it down, and said they’d love some more. A few minutes later, he brought them some more. After a couple of rounds of this his mom started thinking… and listening for the sink to run. Well, it didn’t… he’d been giving them toilet water.
YUCK!
My husband and I like to make a little mischief in museums. Nothing serious, just good-natured fun. One of our most memorable pranks was at the Museum of Science in Boston at the Omni Theater. Before whatever show was playing, they would demonstrate their cool sound equipment for the audience (this was narrated by Leonard Nimoy). At the end of the demo, they’d do an “Omni storm” that sounded just like an actual thunderstorm.
We used to smuggle in squirt guns, cups of water, etc. and spray people during the “storm.” Bonus points when people commented on the realism of the display.
Another water prank:
When I was in college, I worked each summer at the Santa Cruz Boardwark (where nearly every kid who grows up in SC County works at some point). Behind the shop where I worked one summer, there was an outdoor utility area for cleaning, storage, etc. It was equipped with a hose.
On the other side of a fence behind this area ran a dip in the wooden roller coaster. You can guess what we did with the hose.
When we were newly married, my husband and I lived in an apartment in the Kenmore Tower, one of Boston’s only co-ops. We were subletting from an owner.
The people who ran the place had an absolute horror of students. Before you moved in, you had to sign a document swearing that you would not undertake full-time study while living there. Naturally the building was full of full-time students. (I was part-time, so I didn’t lie on the form.)
We were model tenants for the most part, but the snootiness of the management used to get under our skin, so my husband stole one of the posted notices in the elevator, duplicated the logo, and used it multiple times afterwards to post fake notices.
One such notice warned passengers not to wear ANY perfume or aftershave because the fumes interacted with the “glue attaching the cables to the top of the car” and caused it to form a “dangerous chemical compound called napalm.”
Another notice told residents they had to be out of the building all day on July 4, because the roof of the building was going to be used to mount a giant fireworks cannon to shoot rockets over the Charles, and “be sure to initial the pet injury or death clause as you vacate the building.”
When my s was about 4 I asked him wanted to do when he grew up and he said–“I want to do what you do…NOTHING!” I am a stay at home mom.
And then there was the time I told my 5 year old son we would not be getting a dog until our elderly cat passed away. That night I tucked him in bed and listened as he asked God to please let our cat die!
@powercropper your story reminds me of my cousins little girl. She was 4 year old and I had taken her to the park. She had on a shirt with a picture of a cat. An older woman walked over to J, and complemented her shirt and asked if she had a cat. J replied, “My cat’s name is X, and when she dies, we are getting a dog.” The look on this woman’s face, was sheer horror. Said cat lived for another 10 years (died at 20) before the family got the promised dog.
My s in preschool said that we should get a pet…and I told him that we already had a pet (an old overweight cat who stayed on the second floor bedroom level instead of main level and ate, used litter box and slept. Without missing a beat my H said that maybe he meant an interactive pet?.
Hilarious!!
My 2 year old niece really wanted to help my mom make dinner. Since Mom never liked helpers, I put niece to work tearing lettuce up and putting it into the salad bowl.
My mom started yelling, and I ran back in to intervene. Niece is biting the lettuce and spitting it into the bowl. Turns out my niece took my words literally–“tear these lettuce leaves into bite-sized pieces”.
For 2020 hs grads and parents.
Why didn’t the skeleton go to their prom.
Didn’t have any body to go with.
Awhile ago a relative saw a well-known cardiologist. Going over the medical history, he asked the patient, “Hmmm, I see you have emphysema. Is it progressive?”
At that point, the relative lost all confidence in the MD, having never heard of non progressive emphysema.
My uncle’s name is Bill, and so was his father’s.
A female called on the phone and asked to speak to Bill.
The mom said “Do you mean big Bill or little Bill?”
The girl said “It must be big Bill - he’s in the second grade.”
My freshman year of college I lived in an all-male dorm. It was Parents’ Weekend, but my parents were planning on coming up early Saturday so I had Friday night free and headed to a bar with the “orphans.” Back then, drinking age in NY was 18.
As we were leaving the bar, my roommate ran into some other people he knew and decided to hang around for a little while longer. The rest of us walked back up the hill to campus.
Not really thinking straight, I walked down the hall in my underwear to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I returned, I had locked myself out. I sat down in the hall to wait for my roommate knowing that he would be coming back shortly.
Next thing I know a guy is tapping me on the shoulder. “Mag, I would like to introduce you to my parents. They’re both Dr. [lastname].” Looking down at me with ear-to-ear grins were his parents. I reached up and shook their hands. It was 7:30 in the morning. My roommate had stepped over me and went to bed when he got back.
My new favorite thread ? .
In case you have not yet heard about how ALL of us are working under different conditions: