Crazy things you did to your parents as kids

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Oh where do I begin?
I have some truely hilarious stories of the hi jinks my mom pulled when I was younger, I'll ave to get around to putting a list up here in due time.

In semi-rage comic style!

*Le (la?) 3-year-old me, walking up a mountain trail with my parents*
Me: *runs ahead, stops, turns around, and waits*
Mom/dad: *catches up to me eventually*
Me (translated from Mandarin Chinese): Daddy, pick me up! *hugs both of dad's legs so that he cannot walk further*
*Le dad has no choice but to pick me up on his shoulders and carry me up the mountain!*

Hmm, first one that comes to mind is when I put an egg in my dads shoe right before he left for work. He was a train engineer at the time, he had to wear said egg shoe for about 11 hours

my mother used to scream at me to wake up in the morning to make her coffee. one day i crushed up garlic tablets and put them in her coffee. she didn't need the caffine hit to get her out of bed that morning.

When I was 4 I was obsessed with holes and putting things in holes my family and I were on a trip back from yellowstone and I put dominoes in the air conditioner so the air conditioner stopped working and we had to drive in the heat haha. My family never forgets and keeps bringing it up from time to time.

Put some ketchup on our cat, and told mom the cat was bleeding. She came rushing out of the bathroom and then tried to wash it off of her, only to have her run off.

When I was 4, my cousins cat died.
Me, being 4, and loving any animal, was absolutely devistated.

Mistake number 1: My guardian told me that the kitty would go to kitty heaven, but in order to do so, I had to bury him first.

So, he picked a spot, and I dug the hole and we buried him.

Me being me, the next night I checked to see if the kitty had gone to kitty heaven yet, so I dug him up to check. Needless to say he was still there, which meant that I picked him up and ran screaming into the house, yelling that he had lied to me and there was no such thing as kitty heaven, or that for whatever reason, they wouldn't let him into kitty heaven. I was determined to recitfy it if they in fact, would not let him into kitty heaven.

Mistake number 2: He said that they would, I just had to wait a bit longer, and he told me to bury him again and that by tomorrow night, he would be in kitty heaven.

Since I thought he had already lied to me once, I buried the cat again, but I buried him with his tail above ground so I could tell when he went without having to dig him up again.
(later on he admitted that the tail above the ground bit was ingenious at the time)

My guardian had to sneak out the next night before I snuck out to check and had to bury him in a different spot so I though he had gone to kitty heaven to put an end to the whole fiasco, before there were some full on meltdowns.

Moral of the story: Don't lie to an aspie kid, you will never hear the end of it.

I pranked called my mom all the time

When I was 13, my best friend and I used to like to play around with the phone. We would read the front of the phone book and find all kinds of things that were fun, like three way calling on a per call basis. That was fun to have someone on the phone and call someone else and not tell them about the third party.

Then we came to the international calling section.

Oh
My
God
You can do this???????????

LETS DO IT!

The phone book had a map and lists of countries and instructions for the different codes and they even told you how many numbers were in that country's phone number. So we started random dialing. To lots of places. People would answer, many times not in English, and one of us would say "Hello? We are calling from America. What's it like over there?" Usually we got hung up on but occasionally we got another kid.

We spent several afternoons doing that. My mother didn't get home from work until about 6, so we had from 3:30 until then to call the world. And we did.

And then the phone bill came.

We were both smart girls and got good grades, but we actually never thought that it would be that much. It only cost change according to the phone book. Neither of us knew that they meant per minute. That phone bill was almost $600, a lot of money now but even more back in 1977.

That was probably the worst thing I did. That I can think of right now. I'm sure I'll think of more and I'll come back and post them.

I look forward to reading all ya'll's stories

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