name something you got in trouble for while you were growing up...
 

name something you got in trouble for when you were little that now makes you laugh :D

Running out in the street without holding an adult's hand or looking both ways.... I was three.... I got my ass WHUPPED.

wiping my nose on my shirt sleeve


It's so gross now that I think about it, but dammit, I was 5!!!

Saying "Shut Up". Such a potty mouth for 3yrs old! haha

Drawing on the church steps with crayons. I even signed my name to it. My mom about had a fit. I must have been about 5.

Pouring a whole bottle of Ivory Soap in the toilet. It took days for the bubbles to flush away

I'll never forget this.

I was in 2nd grade and I sat in the back of the room. You can get away with anything in the back of the room, right?

I take a bottle of glue, pour some on my hands, spread it out and blow on it so it will dry and I can pick it off. As soon as it dried and I was ready to pick it off my teacher goes, "AwaysSAI, you can go wash your hands now."

Oh, and in kindergarten my teacher threatened that if I ate glue one more time she would call my mom. After that, I just ate the glue when she wasn't looking.

I got in trouble a lot as a young kid for climbing. Bookcases were my specialty- and looking back it is a damn good thing the bookcases were built into the walls. My mom still tells the story of how as a 4 year old I climbed 10 feet up into a living room bookcase, dumped books on the floor and fell asleep on the shelf in the space I cleared for myself. She had to bring in a ladder to get me down.

I used to act like a little brat turd when my grandparents used to babysit me. I did stuff like pour water on my grandpa when he got fully dressed for work, took black gak and made it into worm/snake shapes and put it in random places (grandman was scared of worms, grandpa snakes), and I recorded them arguing with each other.

At home with my parents...hmmmm, I used to get my hands wet and place them on the wall to make hand prints.

This only happened one time, and I didn't get in trouble, but it was pretty embarassing at the time. I think it's hilarious now. One day I was hanging out at my favorite cousin's house, and I got a wedgie. It was towards the front, instead of the back. I was in the family room, and didn't want to adjust myself in front of everyone. So, I went back into my cousin's room and reached down in my pants to adjust things. Well, my back was facing the door, and my cousin walked in. She was like "eeew, I saw what you did, you nasty little girl!". Apparently, she thought I was in there rubbing one out. :o :o I tried explaining things, but she didn't believe me.

I was maybe eight years old.

For some reason that I don't recall, my father said to me, "Up your nose!"

I said, "Up yours!"

What I meant was, "Up your own nose, Dad". I had no idea that the phrase "up yours" usually refers to an opening in your body that has nothing to do with your nose.

To quote Senusret I, I got my ass WHUPPED.

This is kind of embarassing but when my favorite cousin and I were younger we were fascinated for some reason by Tide laundry detergent since it looked minty/ yummy so one day her and I decide to taste it so we lick our hands (stickiness=more Tide to taste) and as soon as we put it in our mouths my aunt walked in and basically we got our asses handed to us... ***btw Tide does NOT taste good at all***

another thing I always got in trouble for was crossing the street without an adult

My mom was watching a professional tennis match on tv while I was supposed to be reading in the same room. I wrote "Chris Evert" with pencil eraser on the leather chair I was sitting in. I had no idea that didn't come off. I wrote it BIG. Oops.

--I used to say "sucks" a lot, and i'd always get in trouble. Then I though it would be sly to spell it out, so i'd say "that S-U-C-K-S!" And I still got an ass whoopin! lol.

--One time, my cousins and I were playing outside of my grandma's house and some man drove up in his car. He asked us if we had seen his puppy, and I was the only one stupid enough to walk up to his passenger window & reach over to grab the picture. My youngest cousin ran in to get my grandma, and I got the whoopin of my life that day! To my defense, the guy never reached out to grab me & it was a picture of a dog! lol.

--I used to get in trouble a lot for crying! haha. I was a crybaby! lol. I remember I hated being in 3rd grade. I had just transferred to the school my mom was teaching at, and I hated it! So everyday at P.E. I'd cry. We'd be playing a game or something and i'd "fall," or get in the way of the ball so i'd get hit, cry & then ask to be taken to the nurse. I remember one time I faked a fall in kickball, pretended my knee was dislocated & got taken to the nurse in a wheelchair w/ my leg in a splint!

You guys these are HILARIOUS!!!

Okay my turn: My sister and I were talking about this today, b/c she added this guy on facebook. This is the reason for posting this thread...

She had this friend named Chuck and I was about 5-6 yrs old. Well I have ADD like big time and would easily get bored, so often times i would bust out singing for no apparent reason. Well I thought in my 5 years old mind that my sister had a crush on Chuck. I began doing his name in the "name game" song. There I stood singing, "Chuck Chuck bo Buck Banana Fanana Fo F***" my face turned BRIGHT RED and quickly covered my mouth. My daddy said, "I need to have a word with you lil miss in the next room"
It's hilarious looking back on it now, at the time, not so much. My family thought it was hilarious though.

Oh and my sister is 10 years old than me. So at eight years old I would answer her telephone line and tell her friends, "she's out getting D-R-U-N-K at the nearest club" Man i was such a little devil!!

I called 1-900-4-KIDS without permission.

For those of you not in the know, that was the New Kids on the Block 900 number.

I knew that it was $1.99 a minute, but I figured that if I didn't stay on the phone for more than a minute, my parents wouldn't know and it wouldn't appear on the bill.

WRONG.

Dad got the phone bill, and it was almost 8 pages long.

Luckily I didn't get into too much trouble, but that was only because I offered to do more chores around the house for my restitution.

I got hold of a bag of Oreos, climbed up on the dningroom table at my grandmother's house and proceeded to lick the ceters out of all of them, put them back together and stuff them back in the bag. I got caught based on the cookie smear going from ear to ear and the super sugar hyper drive I went into. Also, my Uncle, laughing at me grabbed an Oreo and popped it in his mouth before he realized it had been thoroughly licked.

When I was eight years old, I woke up in the middle of the night and was hungry for something sweet. (Some things never change! :p) I went downstairs to the kitchen and remembered that my mom had made fresh chocolate chip cookies that day. We had one of those very large ceramic "cookie jugs" and my mom kept it on top of the refrigerator. Of course I was too short to reach it, so I climbed on top of the countertop next to the refrigerator and tried to reach it. My arms were too short, so I opened the cabinet next to the refrigerator and while holding the cabinet's handle, I leaned over and was able to reach the cookie jug. Evidently those cabinet doors were not made to support a child's weight because the next thing I remember was being on the kitchen floor and having my parents standing over me while I was still clutching the cabinet door in my hand. The crazy thing about this was that I continued to deny that I was trying to get in the cookie jar. . . "I don't know how it happened, Mom and Dad."

Nothing like having this brought up at ever family gathering, even thirty years later :rolleyes:

I wrote a note where I called my mom a b*tch (honestly meaning it in a good way!), and left it in pocket - my parents found it in the laundry :o I got in a LOT of trouble for that ... I couldn't convince them that it was meant as a compliment to her.

I got grounded for a month after my brother ratted me out for listening to New Kids on the Block....yes...NKOTB! My parents were big holy rollers, and we weren't allowed to listen to rock music, watch the Smurfs or He-Man, amongst many other strange prohibitions!

When I was a freshman I started dating a guy who was a senior lol
my dad had a heart attack and did everything he could to keep us apart
even had him arrested once for contributing to the deliquency of a minor (I was 15 he was 18 and drinking age back the was 18)

we are married now! LOL
we all laugh about that!

I tried to throw one of my brothers out of our stationwagon, while my mom was driving in rush hour on the Dan Ryan Expressway.

In my defense, he totally deserved it (or so I thought back then). I was sitting in the front seat with my mom, and Tommy started teasing me. I told him to stop, or I'd come back there and throw him out of the window. He kept it up, so I stealthily jumped from the front seat to the middle, then from the middle to the way back. I had just lowered the back window and was boosting Tommy up and out of the window when my mom noticed what was going on. It really was worth being grounded from the phone for 3 weeks just to see the look of terror on his face.

We refer to this epsiode as the Throw Tommy From the Car meltdown, and someone trots it out every year at the holidays.

In order for this to make sense, you need to remember that English is my SECOND language.

Saying a mild curse word in public. It starts with the letter s and ends with the letter t. I got very heavily reprimanded. I was 12 years old and the grown up claimed "I had watched enough movies in English to know what it meant" and that it was the "worst word in the English language". I checked with someone else- it was just as mild a curse word in English as it was in my native language. I was still reprimanded VERY harshly...but the person has OCPD and for this person spilling a glass of water will result in a reaction as if it were to result in the person's salvation being taken away.

A couple years later or so my brother said a heavy curse word that starts with the letter f and ends with the letter k. My father reprimanded him and told him it was the worst word in the English language- but since it had been said in the privacy of our own home, and he's male (keep in mind this society was not as progressive as the North American one), he did not get as harshly reprimanded as I was. The F-word being the worst word in English made MUCH more sense than the S-word being it.

In my senior year of HS, someone said the F-word in English class. When the teacher said she heard it and students asked what she meant, I said "the ugliest word in the English language". And the teacher then enlightened me about its not being so and spelled out the true recipient of this award.

It has been almost 20 years since the s-word incident. To this day, when the relative who held it against me asks me for definitions of words, I remind that person of this incident and why one should NEVER assume a person knows the true definition of a word- especially a 12 year old whom English is her second language. The discipline was WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY too harsh- talk about overreaction.

And no, I do not find it funny AT ALL.

Is the true worst English word the C word?

I was 4 and we were in a store. I wanted some peanuts. Mom said, no. I opened the damn bag and started eating them.

My mother was wearing cheapie flip flops. She took one off and beat my ass in the middle of the store (those cheap flip flops hurt like a mutha!) :eek:

This woman who was like 5'1 on a tall day rolled up to my mom and tried to call her out for what she did.

My mom stood up to her full height (she was about 5'10) still wielding the shoe and said, "unless you want some of this too, you better back off lady!"

Needless to say, since I embarrassed the family name in public, I got more when we got home :o

Senusret- that would be it!

Jill- wow, talk about an overreaction from your mother.

My parents use to tell me that I was always into everything, opening things, taking items apart and putting them back together, and so forth. I don't remember this incident, but everyone in the family tells it from time to time.

One day when I was 3, I went shopping in a department store with my mother, my aunt and grandmother. They knew I loved to hide under the clothes racks, so they didn't have their eyes on me. Evidently, I scooted out and wandered over to the fuse box.

What you would expect, all of the lights in the ENTIRE STORE went out. My grandmother yelled out, "Benzgirl?". BUSTED!!! They knew it was me.

In my own defense, why would you place a fuse box low enough that an inquisitive three-year old could hit the breaker?

When I was 5 or 6 - and keep in mind that this was pre-ridiculous lawsuits for stupid things - my family was at the supermarket and I wanted some fruit Life Savers. She wouldn't get them for me so I STOLE them. Oh yes.

Once we got in the car, I took them out quietly and started eating them. I guess I crunched one because my mom heard me and caught me. In fact, I believe both my parents were there, but I only really remember my mom who flipped out.

She took me back to the store and marched me right up to the manager's "office." It was an elevated partitioned off area in the front of the store with that dark one-way glass. The manager came out and my mom explained what I had done. Then she made me apologize. The manager, playing along with my mom I guess, gave me a stern talking to.

But, here's the kicker, he started TAKING OFF HIS BELT and gave me some "if I EVER catch you stealing in my store again" speech but never actually hit me with it. Lawd, I cried.

I stuck my hand up inside one of those "penny candy" machines while my mom was checking out at the grocery store when I was around 5 years old. They had to call the fire department to take the machine apart and get my hand out! LOL

What is your first language, Scandia?

I was thinking I was such a good kid but now that I think about it....

When I was about 5 years old I had to have eye surgery (I had a "lazy" eye). Afterwards, for about 6 months I had to wear glasses with a line through them. I guess this was to train my eye. I hated those glasses so much! I kept deliberately "losing" them. After the third time, my parents really got angry with me. I didn't lose them again.

Once my family was at a restaurant and as we were getting up to leave I snatched a dollar off the pile of money my dad left as a tip. My dad gave me the look of death but waited until we left the restaurant to let me have it. That was probably the most angry my dad had ever been with me as a kid. Yikes! could he yell!!

That's pretty much it....until the teenage years. ;)

SAI- That would be Spanish.

I'm trying to imagine everyone as a little kid. Have we ever had a baby pictures thread?

:D


I was only a little bad when I was younger, but the worst was this one. My elementary school had like a "3 strikes" policy--three conduct referrals (notes you get when you misbehave and your parents have to sign them) and you get a detention. Well, in first grade, I jumped off the swing then hit the person who told on me--two strikes. I was afraid to bring home 2 of them, so I (GET THIS) got my friend to take them home to her mother and somehow get her to sign my mother's name on them. I honestly thought it would work, but my friend lost nerve and tried to forge the signature herself...in crayon. She got frustrated because she couldn't spell my mom's name and started to cry. When her mom asked her what was wrong, she confessed everything and her mom called my mom, then told the teacher. Not only did my behind get WHUPPED till I couldn't sit down comfortably, I got my third strike and became my school's very first six-year-old to get a detention. I walked into the detention room and like 15 high schoolers just stared at me, wondering what a first grader was doing in detention. They totally heckled me when I told them, but the detention monitor made them leave me alone--I had a penmanship worksheet to do. :rolleyes:

-This thread is extremely hilarious! Espcially as an elementary school teacher thinking like the mindset of many teachers!-

Once, in fifth grade my teacher left the classroom. Thinking back - why would the teacher leave no idea. However, she left a male student in charge. After a while some of the kids in the classroom started to make fun of him. Two of the girls were my really good friends. So, I joined in. *Back sidenote* My father had just seen a picture of the kid (he was on the same soccer team as a family friend's son) and said "That's a boy, he looks like a girl with his long hair..."* So - what did I do? I repeated what my father said. "You know Scott, my dad thinks you look like a girl...." And that got the class rolling.
Needless to say, us three girls got in trouble and had detention.
To add to the story - we had to get a paper signed saying that our parents would be at school to pick us up on the day we got detention. I took my paper home to my mother - who thought and knew I could do NO wrong - for her to sign it. I told her - "Oh mom, this isn't really a detention, it's a slip because my teacher didn't get to finish a lesson so she wants the class to stay after school to finish the lesson - and she gave us all this for our parents to sign."
I don't know if my mother was just too "out there" to realize it was a lie, but it was never brought up and I was never in trouble besides the detention that I served at school - without my parents knowing...

A SECOND story - was when I had moved to Florida. My brother (who is 5 years older than me) used to torment me to no end. Often, I'd lock myself in the bathroom, crying, waiting for my dad to get home. Well one day he started really teasing me, so I called him a jerk-off. My father did NOT like that. And definitely had a lecture and a half about proper language and to the point of "I will wash your mouth out with soap if I ever hear that word again out of your mouth..."

To this day I'm afraid to say jerk-off around my father, even though it's not THAT bad of a word!

To this day I'm afraid to say jerk-off around my father, even though it's not THAT bad of a word!

haha that reminds me of the time I said "pissed off" when I was around 15 and my dad totally flipped out at me! We were all at the dinner table and the whole family got soooo quiet just knowing that I was about to get it good! To this day I still cant say anything like that around my dad ... and I am 38 now lol

I love reading this thread! These are all great stories and bring back a lot of memories for me (I guess you could say I got int a lot of trouble growing up!)

I got reprimanded for saying "this sucks" once. I was 18 and already living in the USA- but I was telling it in a low voice to my mother and grandfather (who was probably not that familiar with the slang). I was just venting about a tedious aspect of my job. There were other things in the reprimand- mainly about my eating too much at lunch the previous day.

That was my guess.

Spanish, as in from Spain or from Mexico.

When you're a kid, you're excited about anything new. I had a new pack of panties that were white with teddy bears on them. Each pair was trimmed in either pink or purple. When we were going inside with the purchases, I told our neighbor (who was a nice teenaged boy) "look what I got!". He just said "yeah" & went on his way. Once we were inside, I got it good because apparently you're not supposed to show anyone, especially boys, your underwear whether they're in the pack or not. For the record: I was 5, it was the 1st I'd heard of that rule, & he was never inappropriate. You know how some people are just nice to kids that they see often in passing.

FAST!

lol