I am not sure I ever did this to my parents, but I do vividly remember one time that my youngest brother, who was then about six, expressed a desire to sleep all night in the car one evening while my father was at his church choir rehearsal and my mom was home alone with the three of us. After being told no, he disappeared. It turns out he had decided to see if he could fit into his toybox, and after he curled up in there with a blanket and pillow and nodded off, the lid closed on him.
Of course, he hadn't told anyone he was going to do this (when asked later why he hadn't, he said "Well, you said no before, so I wasn't going to ask because you might say no again"). My mother was absolutely frantic... fortunately, it wasn't a locking toy box. I opened it after about fifteen minutes of the sort of tearing search you described, and there was Matt, comfy as can be.
My mom was a wreck, and understandably so. But that's kids for you.
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Date: 2007-01-22 03:29 pm (UTC)Of course, he hadn't told anyone he was going to do this (when asked later why he hadn't, he said "Well, you said no before, so I wasn't going to ask because you might say no again"). My mother was absolutely frantic... fortunately, it wasn't a locking toy box. I opened it after about fifteen minutes of the sort of tearing search you described, and there was Matt, comfy as can be.
My mom was a wreck, and understandably so. But that's kids for you.