This is not my story, it’s actually my boyfriends…but I think it’s right up there with the worst (and most disturbing) of childhood pranks.

He has three younger siblings, and when his oldest sister (the third child) was born, she still had a small piece of umbilical cord when they brought her home. Most people’s scab falls off and they shrink into their bodies (innies) or form outies.

Well a piece of her umbilical cord fell off, and he (being the nasty little five (?) year old he was) took it and put it in his mom’s drink. She was not happy when she found it. (Though I’m sure she handled it a helluva lot better than I would have.)

Gag.

I really did anything sneaky. I was more of a blunt kind of kid =P

I used to throw my mom’s cigs in the fireplace when she wasn’t looking. Although I wasn’t purposefully sneaky there. I wanted her to know because I wanted her to quit.

I didn’t even try to hide my veggies in my napkin as a kid!

Never tried to sneak out.

Never had cigs, pot, alcohol stashed away….

Wow. I may have been a bit square but don’t let that fool you. I’m still a hell child ^.~ A typical teenager probably would have been easier to deal with.

My dad would car pool every other week to save on gas…
Well he would leave 20 mins before me and my mom would come home a half hour after me. I got to drive to school every other week

intercept some of the mail in the mailbox before Mom got home; she got home a little later from work than I did from school. I stealthily absconded away with the notifications from the Vice Principal regarding the Saturday detentions he doled out to me regularly in high school. Saturday detentions were given to those who a) acted out in class or on school grounds, or b) had too many unexcused absences. I didn’t act out, but I was a chronic school skipper. The last two years in high school I averaged about one Saturday detention every 5 or 6 weeks, give or take. The teacher whose job it was to sit with us all on Saturday morning would always try not to laugh when he saw me coming into the room, because it was usually me, filing in among all these juvenile delinquent types. (Incidentally, I never had any trouble with those kids; I got some kind of strange “cred” by sitting among them every few weeks and not being shocked by or troubled by their behavior…and anyway they were the same kids I saw at parties on weekends…) I never had Mr H. for any other classes, because I took College Level courses and he taught at a more remedial level. (Many of the other kids who had Saturday detention were his students.) During my Senior year, on a Saturday detention I knew would be my last, I went up and shook his hand. I said “You’ve been a GREAT teacher, Mr H. Saturday Detention was one of my favorite classes.” He laughed and laughed…..I moved away not long after high school and one time, years later, when I came home for a visit I saw him at the grocer’s with his wife. I said “Heyyyyyyy! Mr. H!!!” and he remembered me too! LOL His wife said, so graciously with polite interest “Oh, dear, what class of S’s did you take in school?” and he and I just started laughing.

I did a lot of the hiding stuff you did. I hid make up, clothes and tampons and candy in a chest under the bottom drawer. My mom finally found out about the tampons and acted relieved that I could use them. She couldn’t use tampons because of the toxic shock syndrome thing.