Less than a month ago, I bought two brooms.
Because I was sick of looking for the one my kids hadn't broken. Oh wait. They had broken it–but I'd taken the head and attached it to a painter's extension rod. This thing was thick. Go ahead, ride that baby like a pony, it ain't snapping in two, no matter how big you are. Go ahead, try it–but bring it BACK!
Oh no. That couldn't be.
And I was SICK of looking for it. So bought two more.
ALL I WANT IS ONE OF THEM–ONE OF THE THREE–JUST ONE!
A stick, preferably longer than my forearm, with some fringe attached to one end. That's all I'm asking!
You should see my floor this morning; I'd take a picture and show you, BUT THEY HAVE MY CAMERA, TOO.
Five boys+three brooms+$900 SLR camera (plus possibly some explosives left over from July 4th–everything seems to involve explosives at this point)=what?
Tell me, please, because I guarantee it doesn't have anything to do with cleaning.
I have looked in every room of my house, behind every door, in every closet. And yes I've even looked over the fence, on all three sides.
Do you really want to know what happens when you take the witch's broom?
August 3rd, 2010 at 9:15 am
Oh dear. >.< I'm sorry!!! I hope you find it, and the camera. I have three little cousins who are just as destructive. I hide all my valuables when they come over to play with my niece. :S
August 3rd, 2010 at 9:26 am
How frustrating! Sounds like having ferrets in the house, except ferrets don't grow up to become teenagers who'll wreck your car for you.
August 3rd, 2010 at 2:28 pm
Broom, dynamite and a camera…hmm, I'm trying to be optimisic here. Maybe a fireworks celebration of modern-day Salem?
At that age I wondered what would happen if I dumped all my mom and stepdad's perfume / shaving lotion / cleaning supplies into the sink all at once. I recounted this to my boyfriend and he said I was lucky I didn't cause an explosion.
August 3rd, 2010 at 4:07 pm
Have you looked under the piles of the rubbery stuff for their playground?
August 3rd, 2010 at 5:02 pm
LOL to P.S.'s comment. That is a good thought.
August 3rd, 2010 at 7:07 pm
My eldest son used to throw everything over our neighbour's fence…. and she was such a witch that she used to lock it up in her shed!! Once my (ex) husband went to ask her for our things back and she replied "you can have it back when he's old enough to come and ask for it" LOL…. he was about 3 yo at the time and had a really good arm for throwing.
August 3rd, 2010 at 11:04 pm
LOL. This was a fantastic story.
August 4th, 2010 at 11:51 am
Oooh. Don't remind me–my daughter just ran her first red light with me in the passenger seat. I almost asphyxiated on my own terror.
August 4th, 2010 at 11:52 am
You really are! That or your parents used really mellow, inactive stuff–I know there's some lethal combinations in most medicine cabinets.
August 4th, 2010 at 11:53 am
YOU are a genius. But no. They weren't there…
August 4th, 2010 at 11:54 am
I've seriously considered putting my broom/dustpans/scissors/nail clippers/calculator/stapler, etc on some kind of retractable chain so they cannot wander off…
August 4th, 2010 at 11:56 am
Ah, your poor neighbor…she probably got tired of her yard looking like mine! And after throwing it all back on your side of the fence a dozen times and realizing she was just picking up the same things, over, and over, and over…I know I start throwing toys away. Especially those annoying ones…
August 4th, 2010 at 11:57 am
Yeah–you should hear how fantastic the stories were when I found the brooms…
August 4th, 2010 at 12:20 pm
waiting to hear….
August 4th, 2010 at 6:10 pm
Great idea. Or just attach pictures of vegetables to each of them, lol. Whoever uses it, has to eat that vege.
August 4th, 2010 at 6:19 pm
Or maybe just infuse the brooms with an ultimately harmless, but painful electric shock…
August 4th, 2010 at 7:10 pm
That is the best idea yet!!!!!!!