While sitting there we suddenly heard this LOUD crunching and rattling noise, which kept getting louder and louder. As we watched, one of Frank's remote-controlled cars (which makes more noise than a garbage truck) came rolling slowly around the hot-tub. With a running digital voice recorder duct-taped to the roof.
I have to give Frank points for innovation, but a "FAIL" for execution. If you're going to spy with a remote-controlled toy, use one that doesn't sound like a garbage disposal.
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He probably wants a quieter RC car.
vw: hedics - that's your job, right?
When I was a kid, my dad would hide our gifts in a padlocked basement coal bin, which he had converted into a storage room. I couldn't find the key, so when my parents were out I'd take the door off the hinges to see what was in there. I still acted surprised on Christmas morning
LOL It sounds like he's been watching too much television.
Damn, that's good! My kids know where the hiding spot is, but the presents are already wrapped.
Your kid is hilarious!
bwahahahaha
~Fran
Your kids are so awesome!
Obviously, angling for a quieter remote-controlled vehicle.
Mad props to Frank. Not bad for a first try!
My brother put a running tape recorder under my parents' bed once. Talk about potential for psychological trauma.
Bwahahahahahahahahaha. He will never live it down- an instant classic family story with excellent embarrassment potential.
pry just a red herring for the one taped under the railing.
Frank doesn't like surprises?
Or wants to be prepared if he gets a piece of coal...
Almost brilliant.
Oh the ingenuity of kids and all the electronics available today, make for some moments where you dont know if you should be proud of them or should ground them. (yes I'm a parent that grounds my kids lol) My head shaking moment was when in private with my ex hubby discussing coal or presents, when my pocket farted and then giggled and my youngest screaming OMG SIS YOU STINK!!! I stuck my hand in my pocket and my cell was on and connected to none other than my oldest daughters cell. I figured out quick where they went wrong, instead of muting their phone, they muted mine!! I was laughing so hard I couldn't get mad. This happened 5 years ago so they were 13 & 18 at the time. I always check pockets now!! Have a great holiday Dr G!
"alright, honey...if you the kids would prefer socks and underwear, I guess that's what they'll get." (wink)
LOL! So did you continue the conversation saying you were getting them socks and underwear and rakes and shovels and job applications?
Just give Frank a MacDonalds job application. ;)
Remote control helecopter. Personally, I don't see the appeal, but every male I have ever seen receive one (ages ranging from 8 - 80+) has loved them. To the point of mad enthusiasm. Get 2, and your boys can have helecopter fights, scare the sh*t out of your dogs, and divebomb their sister.
I'm constantly amazed at how resourceful your kids are. This isn't *quite* as awesome as Marie beating up the pervy Boy Scout, but it gets more points for subtlety.
BRILLIANT! You should be proud of your young genius. :)
TOO funny!!
Ha, ha! Now, that kid did not just get his imagination out of a Cracker Jack box?
Mine just tell me what I can buy them to make them happy enough to leave me alone.
Budding engineer, or FBI / CIA agent. He has to get points for trying though. Have to agree with the socks and underwear comments, that will keep him guessing. It would be really funny if you actually wrapped some for him. They are certainly practical items.
Based on my own childhood disappointments, my advice to my grandchildren's parents (OK?) is to get them what they say they want now, within reason (and with my help if necessary), because they will have grown out of the need by next year, and there will never be another opportunity to see that magical lighting up of little faces with sheer delight.
Spoiled? Who cares? You only live once, so make it a good one!
Conversation should have gone:
No I don't think he should get anything,
Yes I think you are right.
For several years as a child growing up, my mother purchased our entire Christmas from the JCPenney catalog. A dishwasher size box would always arrive, and she would let it sit unopened in her bedroom, to keep us from knowing or peeking inside. Unfortunately for her, one year she left the packing slip that had the contents neatly typed on it, on the top of the box. Naturally we knew everything we were getting that year. And when SHE found out, she of course went into histrionics because of our actions on not her carelessness.
Great kid! Takes after his dad, er MOM!
I can't find the post about Marie beating up a pervy boy scout. I'd really like to read it.
I really hope you made up tons of stuff that you might get them!
I'd like to read that post about Marie too!
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