little shithouse...
My son is four and the youngest kid in the street by two years. As such, he is a bit gullible and the other children can make him do naughty stuff by suggesting it's a good idea. You know the sort of thing, emptying someone's driveway of gravel, playing knock and run, etc.

Today a little lad we'll call Josh (for that is his name) was chucking snowballs and taught the fruit of my loins to put stones in the middle of the balls and hoy them at cars.

I was eating my lunch when the doorbell rang and it was Josh's Mum, with a sobbing Josh, who is now the proud owner of a split cheekbone and a nicely brewing eggy bruise under his eye because yes, you guessed it, it wasn't just a snowball that hit him. It was fully loaded with driveway gravel.

I didn't laugh until the door was shut behind the little toerag.
( Sallyrsm, Mon 21 Dec 2009, 17:57, Reply)