When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I got a great idea. Pappy’s car needed a wash, and I was going to make it happen with my “minions”–my brother and cousin. We stepped out into the hot South Carolina sun and searched for our tools. The rain barrel would prove a good source of water, and low and behold, the pampas grass sure did look like sponges. Somehow, we managed to tear off shoots from the bunch without cutting our hands on the razor sharp edges and dipped the fluffy tips into the rain barrel. I can’t exactly remember, but I think we got one side good and “washed” before Pappy realized what we were doing. Next thing we knew, he had the grass in his hand and was chasing us around the house. Oh, were we in trouble! You see, the grass has tiny “tufts” that dried to the car, essentially running the paint job. Our little moment of helpfulness turned out to be one big bit of mischievousness.
This post is going to be linked up over at Bloggy Moms based off yesterday’s Blog Dare prompt of “Something mischievous I did as a child.”.
We know that we are in trouble with our kids already. Prepare me. How bad will it be? Share something mischievous you did as a kid–comment or link below!