Laughter is the best medicine
After the seriousness of my last few posts, vital as they are, I thought I would bring you a smile to start the weekend on.
My youngest daughter is one of those people that things just seem to happen to and throughout her life she has had me in stitches (even when I should have been doing something else). Here are just a few of her escapades:
when she was three she almost had me arrested at Twycross Zoo, we had been there for a day out and everyone had enjoyed themselves and on the way out we went into the petting zoo section. Daughter was never scared of any animals (even hugged a stray Rottweiler once, much to my horror), she was petting all the animals and having a blast while I stayed with my son (he is autistic and didn't like me moving from his side when in public). After a while I decided it was time to head home so I gave the children their five minute countdown then walked over and attached Daughter's walking reins to cross the carpark. We were about half of the way towards our car when I had a tap on my shoulder and I turned to see a security guard with a nasty scowl on his face and he was pointing at daughter. I looked down and there was my delightful 3 year old trying to get a goat to hide behind her so that she could sneak it home. I hadn't noticed because she had been carrying a huge soft toy we had just bought and I assumed it was that being carried. One horrified mom explaining that I am not a bad mom and I wasn't really negligent ....
Move forward three years and I had collected the two youngest from school and had to go to the local shops on the way home. We were walking along singing all manner of silly songs and generally being 'free'. We had to cross the road and the children took hold of my hands as usual while we waited at the kerb. As we stepped into the road Daughter tried to let go and I told her to hold on until we were at the other side. Once we reached the point where we were between parked cars and she was not going to get run over, I released my hold. She skipped off singing and, well disappeared. Somehow the drain cover had been removed and Daughter had managed to fall down it. I am thankful she was dancing as it meant she had her arms out which is what stopped her from falling right through. The look on her face was so funny (yes I know bad mom but it really was). I got Son to safety and tried to rescue Daughter. Luckily an off-duty fireman was there and he was able to pull her free. He put her on the floor in front of me and she looked down at her soggy clothes then looked at me and just carried on singing and telling me about her day, she wasn't fazed a all. I have to admit it took me a while to be able to walk after than, most people thought my tears were relief but, well, they weren't.
Now move forward seven years and we were in the car heading out to her favourite place to get her a treat after the appointment as it always left her in pain. She had art supplies in the back of the car that she hadn't used before so she was trying them out as we drove along.
After a while we heard her collapsing in giggles and turned around to see the google camera van driving at the side of us. She had written on one of the pages of her pad 'don't film me I'm a child - are you a Pedo?' But better still she had taken out her own phone and was filming the google van as they were filming her. It is actually on the map - she is clearly there for about 200 metres filming them while they filmed her and her sign is clearly visible.
She was out with a friend a few days later and the car/van was filming in our area but it goes past really slowly while filming around here to catch all the little back-alleys. On one of the shots you can see my daughter stab her friend and soon after her friend haunting her.. We had lots of police enquiries when that first went live lol. Her and her friends started following the van and set about 'bombing' every street. there is a great shot in a nearby town where she is walking into a shop on one side of the road with her left leg through the door then coming out of the back with her left leg leading again. There are teenagers planking and generally pranking all over the place.
As she has grown so has her sense of humour and her unbelievable ability to get people to do things for her without noticing that is what they are doing.
A few years back we went camping and took eldest Daughter and grandson with us. We had son and grandson in the car with us along with all the equipment and luggage - eldest Daughter has never been able to pack light and now she was packing for two. By the time we had everything in the car there was only room for the kids to be squashed into the seats (we do have an MPV) so eldest Daughter and youngest Daughter decided that they would travel by train. They headed off and took my wheelchair with them, I really can't remember why, it may have been too much in the back of the car. They went to local rail station and waited for the next train and when it arrived it was one of the higher trains which leave a big gap between train and station. The station master was apologising to Daughters who couldn't figure out why until eldest noticed youngest was sitting in the wheelchair. Not wanting to look like they were faking (even though they were and an apology would have suited) youngest stayed where she was. Station master called a taxi for them - right to the final destination some four hours away as compensation for not being able to catch the first train.
Still not wanting to seem suspicious, eldest picked youngest up and carried her into the car and back out of the car at the other end. They had been dropped off about a mile from the camp site so just decided to walk it. When they arrived at the site eldest was sweating and saying she was worn out with walking up the hill. I wasn't at all surprised - youngest was still sitting in the wheelchair and got herself a free ride up the hill. lol
I could go on but wouldn't want to bore you
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