Flea markets

Myself and my daughter held a stall out of the back of our car at one of these flea markets here recently. They are called car boot sales here. When I was growing up they were called flea markets though! We were both selling quite a few things and making some money and she went off to have a look around. She had her money in her little purse but I had no idea that she was planning on buying anything. She came back with a "gift" for the family. She had spent $10 of her own money on this awful looking eagle statue. I hated it instantly, but she was so proud of herself for buying a gift for the family that I had to accept it! When we took it home my wife hated it too. We sat it on a shelf in our lounge room for a day and then told her that it was too crowded on there, so why don't you keep it in your room!

Hi ANTIQUELADY When my oldest daughter was in her per-teen she pulled a sneaky on me and ended up with a Barbie doll and a Barbie's dream car. Also, I have always wanted to take in a Flea market but our little town don't have any. So about fives years ago when we visit the beautiful state of TN I got to take in the Flea market - Man, I was in Heaven Take care Snow

My kids did not get sneaky about things, or if they did, I never found out. I tended to invite an occasional stray cat home with me. Some of them came and left and came back again for various reasons. I named on Walter Pigeon, did not know any better, had heard of the actor. I named Walter because he was like a homing pigeon, he would leave and then come back again. I do not think he was really mine to name, we just made him welcome whenever he came by.

What happened to "Bugs?" No, no kids, no sneaky buys, but I was always trying to rescue cats as a kid.

Hm, really the only sneakies they pull is to ask their dad for something if I say no, and vice versa. I don't think I've been to a swap meet since I've been here, but I know down in Los Angeles you couldn't buy a goat at one!

im sure they have. i believe once when we dropped the teens at Disney world and we let my 8yrs old daughter go with them. we came back and picked them up and my daughter was so upset. i asked her why and she just said no reason, but she wasnt going any more. finally later she told me not to let them know she'd told me but they'd taken her money, let her ride one kiddie ride, got her a hotdog, and took turns watching her while they rode different things! boy was i mad. anyway,i also used to set up at a flea market. back then, my 3rd husband bought me a baby goat for my BD. But of course when she got to big for the back yard, i had to give her to a friend with a farm

How funny, I think the only time my kids pulled one over me was when I told my youngest she couldn't have a hamster. I didn't want to deal with the hassle of cleaning, feeding and tears when it passed away. Like I did when my oldest got one. Well, her birthday came and the money she got. She was able to afford the cage and the pet, we chipped in and helped with food and a ball. It was the sweetest hamster I ever got to know. Well, he passed away a few days before Valentines day and it nearly killed me. I mean a tiny rodent of all things. Well, she got another one, he's just as sweet, his name is Max. Max just doesn't add up to Hammie. I don't there will ever be a hamster like him.

I had just moved in with Mom, and she wasn't too much of a cat person. It took a lot for her to accept my Siamese cat, but she did. It wasn't too long after I moved in that Mom got called for jury duty. While she was at the court house, I went shopping. In one of the pet shops there was a beautiful black cat...and he was free! I love black cats anyhow, and this one was a "teenager" all legs and tail. I frantically searched for a box to carry him home in and adopted him. I cut holes for air, and he and I sat in the park waiting for Mom. Mom walked up about a half an hour later and I looked up at her innocently as a new born babe and said "I got you something". At that same moment a long black paw came out the hole and started waving around. All Mom could do is look at me. When she regained her composure she asked "What is it? Other than black". I fessed up and told her it was a cat. I must say she took it well. We called the shuttle to the car dealer ship where our car was being worked on for the ride back to the car. I sat in the front seat with the box on my lap. The driver nearly wrecked the van because he was so busy watching the box. First a black nose would be at the holes, then a paw would be waving around, then there would be a green eye, then the nose again. We finally got home and I opened the box for Mom to see her cat. She instantly fell in love with the idiot. We were at a loss for a name for the cat, until we noticed that he loved sleeping in dishpans. He got named "Dishpan Sam". Sam passed away a few weeks after Mom went into the hospital. I miss the guy a lot to this day. I can't look at a dish pan and not think of that cat.

My children haven't pulled that but I did it when I was little. I asked for some money to get a dog and my grandparents thought it was a stuffed animal and handed over the cash. When I met back up with them, I had the cutest little black puppy you ever saw..lol..they let me keep it but they were a little peeved that the vendor just sold it to a little kid without a parent there...lol.

This is so funny, LOL! I can just see him carrying that big old heavy rabbit home, lol! I'm 58 and I still tend to pitch fits every now and then, believe it or not. I hope I'm not as bad as I used to be, though. I used to take part in trade days they used to have in a little community about 15 miles south of here. I used to sing and play the guitar down there and I had a little jar in front of me that people would put money in. So, I was singing for my supper, in other words, LOL :)))!!!

Hi, I know looking back on those days is quite fun however when you have to deal with that situation you can't even smile. Anyway like your son I used to throw a fit when my mom would bring me to those old flea market. First I wouldn't wanna go and I needed so much coaching why? because I would get felas in the flea market! Lol funny right but that's what I really thought back then. Next their was a duck and I wanted one because I thought it would lay a golden egg! My mom wouldn't want to buy the duk and threatened to leave me. Well that did not scare me she walked away hoping I would follow but I never followed and after awhile she knew I wouldn;t back down she went back and paid for the duck. I brought the duck home and waited day in and day out for it to lay a golden egg but none ever came not even a single egg. That's when I learned the fairy tales were nothing but mere stories to entertain young kids.