When I was 7 I found what I thought was my mom’s sewing marker. The kind that disappears after a few minutes. So I had this wonderful idea, I would draw tracks all over my brothers carpet so we could drive his hot wheels around on them. I had to work fast so we could drive on them before they disappeared. I was pretty excited that we got the whole room done before they disappeared. But after 30 minutes of driving on them and the marker not disappearing I started to get worried. Needless to say, it wasn’t the disappearing marker. Mom and Dad were NOT happy, and worked for hours trying to get it out of the carpet. I’ve never lived it down.
Fast forward 26 years, and this is what I found in my boys room this morning.
No one will fess up to it. Is this karma?
4 comments:
I am so sorry... that bites. I wouldn't fess up either. Goes to show how much your kids got each other backs and won't rat each other out.
Ha! So funny! Not about your carpet, but about what you did when you were 7. When I was about the same age, I wrote with a chalk rock on my parents van. I thought it would just brush off, but it was a ROCK! HELLO! It scratched my name into the van. Needless to say, it didn't take a genius for my parents to figure out who done it! :)
Pay back is terrible. We still love you, and now when we look back it is very funny.
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