Dee from OnTheCurb left a comment on my Have You Ever post which has triggered a notion to find a way to share one of the funnier stories from my life. And one that illustrates that my instincts are similar to Dee’s as per her comment:
Oh geez, I’m HORRIBLE when people trip and fall and am no help whatsoever. Just your description of DS1 flipping over the shopping cart railing has me rolling. Memories, huh?!
Some people know this story and know the people involved. I am sure you will follow my line of concealing those identities, ok? Let’s just say that this story involves me, a friend, and a boy. Perhaps I was babysitting. Yeah, we’ll go with that.
So my friend and I are watching tv. The boy was taking a bath. He must have been about 7. I had run the bath and made sure it was the right temp and then left him as he was rather independent about those things. Apparently there was also some bubble gum in his room.
bubble gum that he decided to chew
All ok so far right? Well…after blowing one of those bubbles, apparently there was a desire to place the bubble somewhere. Now, where would a naked 7 year old boy put a blown bubble? ” Hmmm….well….oh, look at this dangling here between my legs..perhaps…oh, cool! Now it’s like there is a pink condom on there!” (Ok, he was 7 so I am sure he didn’t make that connection but trust me, that’s what I thought when I saw it. But I am jumping ahead)
So now the boy has this pink rubber. Which is really quite sticky. So sticky that, well, um…it..wont..come..off!! In fact, OW, it just pulls the skin, but wont budge! Panic sets in. He does NOT want to ask for help (did I mention that independent streak?). So he thinks maybe it is because his skin is slippery and wet from the bath so perhaps he sould use something else to..er..rub the gum off? Now, perhaps one would think that the towel would have jumped to his mind, but he IS just 7. Towels are too obvious. Hey, what about the carpet? it’s rough, it would grip and pull the gum off, right? YES! Brilliant! Let’s try that! Just lay down here on your stomach and press the..err..pink covered dangly bit against and drag yourself along and…OWOWOWOWOWOW!!!
Now the sounds of the struggle are drifting out to the living room. I’m curious so I turn down the sound on the tv and am about to go in to check when I hear a rather shakey voice call out for help. Uh oh. I didn’t hear him fall? What could it be?
I walk into the room and see the boy, still naked, doing what looks like a push up on the floor. Only, there is another part of his body still sticking to the carpet, kinda like this:
What do I do? Well, I told you that Dee’s comment struck me as very very familiar. Yep. I busted out laughing. Hard. And loud. My friend came running. Then he was laughing. Hard. The boy? Oh, he was NOT laughing. He was kind of whimper crying mostly just because he was scared I think. And of course the adults around him were a BIG help weren’t they? I think I actually had to walk out of the room at one point because I couldn’t breathe from laughing at just the sight of it. Well. Not very empathatic or helpful at ALL. To this day I do not remember how we rescued him. But we did. Really. He’s fine now. Well, physically anyway. Somehow I don’t think that even time passing has eased his psyche at being the subject of one of THE funniest memories from my life 🙂
I thought gum in a kid’s HAIR was bad news…
Bet he never did that again ; }
Very funny story.
That boy is gonna need some therapy.
But I’m sure he will recover.
Oh my goodness! Remind me to never allow my son to have gum. None. Period. End of story. **giggle**
HA! that is funny yet horrific at the same time. I could just picture someone handing him item after item telling him to use it to try. Hairsparay…..”spritz” pull, rub, tug, nope. Peanut Butter…..”smear” rub, pull, tug, Nope.
Baby Oil….”gloup, gloup, gloup” tug, pull, rup. Nope.
At around 7 I loved magnets. I was on the bus. I decided to stick a dime sized magnet just inside my nostril to see what I could get to stick on the outside. Ok that was cool. Time to get it out. Opps, I pushed it up past the fleshy part of my nose and almost into the nasal cavity. I was too embarrassed to say anything so I sat there thinking and worrying. Finally on the walk home after I got off the buss I was able to “farmers blow” it out.
Remind me to write about being shown my daughter’s x-ray (she was 4) with a zipper pull clearly pictured inside of her, complete with the little zipper tag sticking out at an angle…confirming that yes, she had indeed swallowed her zipper!
HA!!! Sure this isn’t my child?!? Leave it to Dee over there to trigger such a memory. 🙂