I was four. My parents had been given some tootsie rolls. I asked for one and my mom said no. So, in the middle of the night I went sneaking into the kitchen, opened the drawer slooooowly, put my hand in the drawer and bam! On went the kitchen light! BUSTED!
smoking!! Oh god lol.. i don't smoke much anymore since i moved out of my parents. i don't have the influence around me anymore.. i may have the odd one every 6 to 8 weeks when i visit them but that's it.
Yes. :p I used to sneak out a lot and I got caught one time.
Who me? Nope never, I was a good girl! 😇😈
I don't remember this, but have heard the story several times. When I was little, still in diapers, I decided to paint my toe nails with bright red nail polish. I know you are thinking, that doesn't sound so bad. The thing is a young toddler doesn't have the dexterity to paint their nails without getting it everywhere...including on the new white carpet. By the time my mother realized I was being too quiet, she called my name and I took off, but the damage was done. My mother said the only thing that stopped her from hitting me was the sight of the diaper swaying back and forth as I ran up the stairs. (The living room was rearranged and a table was always placed over the red stain.)
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