We need a thread solely to complain about and compare spawn. I present to you this thread.
I shall commence thus:
Last night we were babysitting our nephew Isaac, who is four years old. And yes his surname is Clark. I have been assured repeatedly that this has nothing to do with Dead Space but it is amusing that Dead Space is one of Isaac’s Mother’s favourite games… I digress. So last night we’re looking after him, and he’s fussy going to bed. Long after story time he comes downstairs and says he can’t sleep, so I give him a pad of paper and a pen and tell him he can draw until he gets sleepy and then he should go to sleep.
We go to bed at about midnight, he’s sound asleep. Excellent. We go to sleep.
Half seven this morning (ie, an hour ago) our alarm goes off. I get up. Isaac is not in the spare room. Nor is he in the bathroom. Nor under our bed (it happens sometimes). Go downstairs. Isaac is not in the sitting room, nor the kitchen. The pantry cupboard door is open, and one of the kitchen chairs is in the doorway so he can reach where we keep biscuits when we have any. Then I notice the keys are in the door.
Shit.
The door is unlocked.
Shit.
The garden gate is open.
SHIT.
In car. Start engine. Drive to park at about 90mph. (Okay, no, 40.) No Isaac. Shit. Drive to Isaac’s house.
All of Blyth Police Station’s night staff are there. ALL OF THEM.
Panic panic panic has he been run over has he been kidnapped has he been sold into slavery has he been abused by someone has he been hurt has he been attacked oh Gods oh Gods OH GODS.
He’s sitting at the kitchen table eating Coco Pops.
He woke up earlier, couldn’t find breakfast in our kitchen (it’s in the fridge, sausages and eggs) and so decided to walk home. One of his teachers found him about 300yards down the road and called the police. I’m so glad he’s safe, even is he is some evil little Houdini finding the back door keys and escaping like that! There are no words to describe how terrified I was when I saw the garden gate was open, we live on a busy main road and even though the limit is 30 it was half seven in the morning, nobody is doing less than 40. Anything could have happened.
At least I’ve stopped shaking now…
So, what’s the worse that your - or your family’s - spawn has ever done to you?