Reddit asks the question. Here are a few of the answers:
- In third grade, I stole the lunchbox of a girl I had a crush on and threw it on the roof of the school. I was such a ladies man.
- Dumb girls. I used to chase them away from our lunch table with my boogers.
- In kindergarten I drew a Tepee and put swastikas all over it. When my teacher saw my artwork she was shocked and asked me where I saw that symbol. I told her it was on the big blimp (it was the Hindenburg) in my “how-to-draw Aircraft” book. I thought they were cool symbols and didn’t know what they meant.
- I did something similar when I was younger. My little sister wanted a “tattoo” which meant she wanted me to draw on her with marker. So I drew a swastika on her forehead.
- I’d say I was 5 or 6 when I heard my teacher’s son had died, so I decided to make her feel better by drawing her son as a cowboy, and telling a story of how he died in a cool shoot-out. I genuinely couldn’t understand why it upset her.
- So when I was about 3 or 4 I learned I could move the chairs in the house around to get to things in high places. Things like delicious ice cream sandwiches from the freezer. So its late at night and I have a craving. I sneak into the kitchen and get to the box of ice cream sandwiches. Then a noise, I think I can hear them coming. I already moved the chair back to the table, where do I put the sandwiches. Something rectangle that the sandwiches will fit. I know the VCR. So I stuff the last 3 sandwiches into the VCR and go to bed. So the next day Dad had put a tape into the VCR and creamy goodness decided to come out of the front of VCR. I got in sooo much trouble the when I woke up that morning. My mom still talks about it to this day.
- I thought our pool table was covered in grass so I dragged the hose inside and watered it.
- When I was about 4 or 5, I wanted snow for my model train set, so I used an entire bottle of baby powder on the living room floor.
- I was a very strange child. I was very creative and liked to wear costumes and crazy outfits to school until I was in about 3rd grade. I also tried to change my name a lot and would get in trouble when my teachers would look to the class and ask “who is Tuna Summers?” “Where is Delilah Moonflower?”
- At my 3rd day care (yea that’s right. I got kicked out of the first 2 for taking off my clothes all the time) I was still in my “clothes are stupid” phase. I decided that I wouldn’t get in trouble anymore if everyone just understood how amazing it was to be naked. So I convinced about 8 more kids to get naked. I got in a lot of trouble.
- my sister and I went to a birthday party where we found the cake and ate all the icing off before it was served. Needless to say, we weren’t invited back to that house.
- I had to wash my mouth out with soap for saying “dang”(and my mom used Lava, frickin harsh)… I had heard Jethro say it on The Beverly Hillbillies…
What’s the weirdest thing you got in trouble for as a kid?
What’s the weirdest thing you got in trouble for as a kid?
Repeating myself.
I was 4 when I decided to make it snow in the basement, so I unzipped the beanbag chair and threw the styrofoam bits all over the place. Then I proudly went upstairs to tell my mom how I made it snow, and lead everyone down the stairs beaming. The shopvac that was borrowed to clean it all up got clogged on the styrofoam.
Ditto, Mike.
I dug up 15 cents from the couch cushions when I was four and crossed 4 lanes of traffic to get to a Fast Fare. I wanted a box of Cracker Jacks. And I had no sense of how much things cost.
My friends and I used to go into the storm drain system and walk to the far end which was about a mile in total darkness. It was weird but I had sense enough to not tell my Mom, so I didn’t get in trouble.
I paint my shoes with nail polish when I was 5 because I didn’t like the color
when I was 7 I got in trouble for convincing my brother to let me put underpants I his head and kick him down the stairs
At 5 years old on a Saturday morning me and my then 3 year old brother were messing around in the driveway. We found out that we could pull tiny pieces of the driveway asphalt off. As we started to do it I obtained my father’s hammer and over the course of several hours we managed to disassemble about a third of the driveway.
My mother found us, when she screamed at me
“Why would you possibly think that was a good idea!”
I answered
“Because I am 5”
The damage was several hundred dollars.
On Easter Sunday when I was 5, my mother had gotten me all dressed up in my brand new dress and patent leather shoes to go to church. While she was finishing up getting ready, I went outside to see the neighbor’s brand new kittens, the last thing she said to me as I walked out the door was “Don’t get dirty.” One of those little kittens pooped on my brand new pink dress. To this day (I’m 40 yrs old now), my mother swears I did that on pourpose.
When I was about five, I decided to help Dad by raking up all the leaves in the yard. For some reason, I thought it’d be a good idea to pile them all on the back porch where I could burn them for him! The porch was a total loss! And, to make matters worse, as my Dad was hastily trying to save the house, he fell and broke his arm!
When I was about 7, my younger sister threw the remote into the toilet. I was taught that when something is in there it should be flushed, so that’s what I did. We were never able to use that toilet again.
my brother was given a small bar of soap with a small hole poked in the middle of it. I got in trouble for that, and it was the neighbor kid
I stuck marshmallows to the glass door front of my Aunt and Uncle’s woodstove when I was 4. Nobody was as impressed by the appearance of melting marshmallow goo all over the hot window as I was.
When I was 7 or 8 a whole group of us got in trouble when our parents found out we were kicking a ball around .
It wasn’t the playing that got us yelled at, it was the ball we used.
We found a great big foam rubber slab in the park and hacked it up into big ball shapes.
How do you make kicking a ball of sponge around more exciting ???
Soak it in gas. Spark it up, then kick it around.
It was really cool looking when it started to get dark out.
The burning sponge would just sort of glow while it was just sitting still, but once it was kicked and moving it looked like a comet.
One day our teacher was sick, and so our principal took it over for that day.
Because I’m very curious and information hungry -even at the age of 9-, I asked my school principal if he wore a hairpiece (which he did).
I had to come to his office for that…
When I was 4 or 5, I was big into playing cowboys and indians. I wore my hat and pearl-handled cap guns everywhere. One day at the grocery with my mom, I wandered down an aisle where someone was stocking. I sauntered up, drew my pistols and told the guy to “reach for the sky!” He looked at me side-long and snorted and went back to stocking the shelves. So I unloaded on him, both guns blazing. After that, all I remember was arriving home with a sore behind and not seeing my six-guns for weeks.
I’ll tell you what my sister did. She was about 3 or 4. She had these little pearly-beaded bracelets. She broke it and stuck a pearl really high up her nose. She got scared she’d get in trouble and blamed me. (I was maybe 7?) My parents were REALLY mad at me. We had to take her to the ER, where they extracted it and she finally confessed.
abathos, that is really funny. You made my day, partner. 🙂