Behind closed doors, children are bound to get into things they probably shouldn’t. Here, parents share amusing and heartwarming stories about catching their kids in the act of doing something utterly strange in their rooms.
When You Gotta Go
“When my son was two, he was very independent for his age. His younger sister on the other hand was a bit of a handful. After a long hot day at the zoo, my family and I finally made it home. My son had been complaining about a stomach ache, but my wife and I took it as too much time out in the sun. My wife and I took turns giving the kids a bath before laying them down for a nap. I laid down my son in his bed before crashing on the couch. My wife also crashed on the couch.
Maybe about an hour later, I woke up to the smell of my wife’s cooking. I assumed she had already checked on the kids so I flipped on the TV. A few moments later, I heard a thud come from upstairs. Wasting no time, I got up to see which kid had woken up from their nap. My daughter’s room was first in the hall. I peeked in and saw that she was still passed out, which left my son. When I finally got to his room and peeked in, I froze in shock.
It was the smell that hit me at first. At some point, my son had gotten up from his nap with a used diaper. Once again, he is very independent, but this was the first time he had ever taken off his diaper. Unfortunately for me, I walked in on him smearing his own feces all over the window. The thud I heard was the sound of my son’s diaper full of you know what hitting the wall. I had no idea where he learned it from. But right then and there, I knew it was time for potty training.”
Miss You More
“I had my daughter right after I graduated college. I lucked out with a great paying job and moved to Manhattan to pursue it. Now the job took up a lot of my time, but I was making enough to support my family to the point that we didn’t have to want for anything. My wife mostly stayed home with my daughter. As she got older and began to express herself more, she began asking me about my work and why I was gone a lot.
During these conversations, I explained my job in lamest terms and explained why it was important for me to go to work everyday. I mentioned her toys, her yummy snacks, and the pretty dresses she got to wear every Sunday was because of my job. When my daughter turned six, I got a promotion that was life changing. Unfortunately this meant I was gone more often. I always take pride in the way I look. I never left home without wearing a tie. For some reason, my ties kept disappearing after my promotion. Now in all fairness, I wasn’t exactly a ‘neat’ person when it came to putting things back where they belonged. I would take off my tie as soon as I got home and either hang it over a doorknob or drape it over the couch, the list goes on. This would leave me looking everywhere for a tie in the morning. Giving up, I would settle for either a tie that didn’t match or not wearing one at all. It got to the point that I had to buy new ones, but they started disappearing too.
Then one morning, I was frantically looking for my tie. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my daughter dash into her room. I went after her, opened the door, and saw her frantically digging through her dresser before slamming it shut. She then got in bed and looked up expectantly at me, waiting to see my next move. Curious, I went over to the dresser and found a pile of all my missing ties. All of them. Even the brand new ones I had brought the other day.
When I asked my daughter why she was hiding my ties, she began to cry and asked if I was mad at her.
‘No, of course not,’ I said. It broke my heart. That’s when I put two and two together. No salary was worth my daughter’s sadness, so I ended up leaving it all. It didn’t take me long to find a new job, one that granted me more freedom to be with my favorite little girl.”
The Perfect Gift
“A few weeks before Christmas, my son came to me one day and asked me what my birthstone was. It was a very odd question coming from an 8 year old. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure what my birthstone was so I said the first stone I could think of.
‘Ruby,’ I said.
This made my son smile before he ran back into his room and closed the door. Not thinking much of it, I went into the kitchen to start dinner. A few moments later, my son approached me again. He had a confused look on his face before he asked, ‘Mommy, what’s a zip code?’
That quickly alerted me. I asked my son what he was doing, but he took off and slammed his room door. I turned down the stove and followed him. Before I opened the door, I heard very faint voices. I came in and saw my son with the cordless phone in his hands. He had the TV on QVC where they were displaying one of those fake necklaces that had a birthstone of your choice on it.
My son, holding back tears, said, ‘I was only trying to get you something for Christmas.’
My son had my credit card on the bed. How he managed to get as far as he did, I had no idea. Especially for his age.
Anyway, I told him to hang up and advised him to get his Dad to help him with my gift.
On Christmas, my son was so excited when he gave me a box from the Pandora store in the mall instead lol.”
Impatient
“A few years back we had a party on the 4th of July. My husband and I were preoccupied with grilling and entertaining our guests. When my middle son, who was seven at the time, asked me for the sixth time when we were going to start the fireworks I got a little annoyed and instructed him to ‘find something to do.’
Well, a few hours later the sun had finally gone down and it was finally time to get some fireworks going. My two other sons were outside an accounted for, but my seven-year-old was nowhere to be found. I asked his brothers if they had seen him, some of our guests, even my husband, but no one knew where he was. I went inside our house and called for him, but everyone was outside, that I knew of. I checked all over the house downstairs before I went upstairs. As soon as I made it up the last steps, I heard a loud pop. I screamed and went straight to my son’s room where I saw him frantically trying to hide the Noisemakers he must have swiped from the table where we had the fireworks outside.
Let’s just say he got a good ‘lesson’ that day on doing things on his own. He got to watch his brothers and cousins play with sparklers while he say in time out for the rest of the night.”
