Who went potty on the carpet? and other stories

LOL. Actually, don't tell anyone, but I always WAS the culprit. One time I spilled some lotion on the bed. I told my sisters not to tell on me. Once I had them convinced I got this brilliant idea! I took the lotion and began pouring it behind me as I walked down the stairs, through the livingroom, over the couch, across the diningroom table, through the kitchen, back up the stairs and through the other bedrooms until I returned to where I had spilled it originally. Then I took coffee grounds, dry spaghetti noodles, milk, dry beans, shampoo and anything else I could find and did the same with those. When I was done, I told my sisters to say that Roberta did it. Roberta being my middle sister. They all agreed. A short while later my mother awoke and half asleep walked barefoot across the kitchen. You could have heard her yell all the way across Europe. She came flying up those stairs and demanded to know who did it. My sisters all wide eyed reported that Roberta had done it. It took my mother two days to clean up that mess and poor Roberta had to sit in bed with a can of ajax in her hand for those two days. I never told anyone I had done that until I was 21 and it was too late to be punished. So thats my story and its only one of them. LMBO!!!

I am the oldest of three sisters, what do you think? I didn't get blamed for everything they did, but I remember being blamed on several occasions for breaking or damaging my own toys, which I certainly never did as I looked after my stuff, the culprit was a tad smaller and younger than me, but I got blamed for that kind of thing all the time! My Mum knew that it wasn't me, but it was my Dad who told me off for it. My son doesn't have the luxury of blaming a sibling as he's an only child.

I got the blame for a number of things as a child. It was always my little sister's fault of course! I know she would wind me up and then I'd be the one to get told off because I was the one who actually did something and got caught. I believe there were several other incidents where she actually did something wrong and would blame me and I would get in trouble. Our parents never figured out that she was lying and it was quite annoying that she was automatically believed even though you would have thought that someone would have figured it out!

Years ago when I was a young teenager, my Mom worked evenings and my oldest Brother was in charge of babysitting me. I had strict orders that I wasn't to leave our apartment. However, the minute our Mom left, my Brother would chase me out of the apartment and lock me out. He'd have a nice quiet evening and I'd have to ask neighbors to use their bathroom and sit out on the steps until early morning hours when my Mom would come home. When she got home and found me outside, I'd get majorly spanked and grounded for not staying inside. No matter how much I tried to tell her that my Brother chased me out, he'd claim I was lying to get out of trouble and my Mom would believe him. Some 5-6 years ago the three of us were sitting around talking about when we were kids and I brought it up...my Brother started laughing and joking about how funny it was and my Mom was shocked that I'd been telling the truth the whole time along. **AT PEACE WITHIN** ~~STAND STRONG IN YOUR BELIEFS~~

I'd really like to contribute but as I was the only child in a house full of adult women I was 10/10 the guilty culprit. I recall one time my grandmother was baking a cake for her Penny Cake Social and she sat it on the counter to cool before frosting it. I dug the whole middle out of the cake with my grubby little 5 year old fingers and then hid in the coat closet, knowing I was going to get my hide tanned when she found out. Instead of yelling and screaming she cried. I came out of hiding to apologize and got my butt beaten red as a cherry. Then she cut the hole I made a little wider and filled it with pudding, frosted the cake, and away she went. All the ladies raved at her culinary masterpiece and I couldn't sit down for the rest of the day.

My mother's vegetable garden. I was eleven. Mom had a small vegetable garden in the backyard along the tree line. She was so proud of her small cukes for dill pickling. That summer I was in charge of keeping it weeded. Every day I would spend time in it weeding a pinching and encouraging it to proliferate. Sometimes I would comes across small cukes with little teeth marks and I would break them off and toss them in the woods. One Saturday Mom was in the garden herself and found a whole bunch of larger cukes with teeth marks. She came storming into the house with some of them demanding to know what I thought I was doing taking bites out of them. I tried to explain to her it wasn't me, but no go. When I said it was silly to think that I would take bites out of them and yet leave them on the vine, she nearly popped a vein and sent me to my room. That night when my Dad got home and Mom told him her tale of woe, I could only hear him laugh. I'd spent a horrible day locked in my room, no books, no entertainment at all and terribly worried Mom and I would never be friends again, as I'd never seen her so angry. So why was Dad laughing? Turns out, we had gophers and after a few days of careful skulking around and spying on the garden we saw for our own eyes that one gopher in particular had a real thing for Mom's cukes! He'd slink around the plants taking a bite here and there and then scurry off to the woods. That Fall Mom only managed to harvest enough cukes to make about 3 jars of dill pickles, but her "Gopher Dills" won first prize in the Fall Fair and she let me hang the blue ribbon in my room. However, to this day, dill pickles are NOT my favorite thing as the agony of that day in my room thinking that my relationship with my mom was over lives with me still. You see, I was adopted and had only been a member of that family for just over a year. I was terrified that I was going to be 'sent back' and have to go through the whole 'finding a suitable family' thing all over again. But it did teach me to never accuse until I had all the facts no matter how convinced I was at first 'look' of someones guilt.

I don't remember what the incident was....but I was once punished for something I didn't say(a neighbour complained to my dad about it and I was asked to apologize to him which I refused to do since I hadn't said it). It was years later after I grew up that the man admitted to having made up the story (for reasons best known to him!) When I was at school in India, we were allowed to speak only in English at school. One day we were standing right in front of the Principal's office (which had huge bushes in the front) and talking. Suddenly, the Principal comes out and we get scolded for speaking in out native tongue. We were even asked to sweep the school ground as punishment! We were all surprised and couldn't manage to get a word across. It was only later we realized that it was a bunch of other students on the other side of the bush. The Principal (who was a nun) must have looked up from her desk and seen us first and assumed it was us.

Pikefish my story.the fancy glass vase and the unruly cat. I was about seven and my cat jumped up on theshelf and knocked down mymom's prize vase. Of course the cat fled the scene and my ball had bounced up on that same shelf so mom saw me and the ball and the broken pieces of the vase so she put two and two together and got five. I got the blame and the cat lucked out then she found the cat was limping. the little stinker had stepped on a piece of that blue vase and it was sticking out of the cats black paw.oh my mom said, I am so sorry. I never have forgotten that.

LOL! Good story, thanks for sharing. I cannot recall anything that good to share. I always used to play pranks on people more than anything else.