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Cops called after girl is a little too good at playing hide-and-seek
The family dog eventually found the 2-year-old sleeping inside a drawer underneath the washing machine. Hide-and-seek is now banned at the home.
(Sharon, Pa. Herald)
Jul 9, 2009 6:59:43 AM
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Good hiding place! As a kid my cousin and I played hid-and-seek and he hid in the drop well of our '74 Chevy Impala station wagon. It locked and he couldn't open it from the inside. He almost smothered in there. GM issued a recall and everything.
Posted by: Drake Timbershaft | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 07:14 AM
For once we hear about a dog that's not chewing on passports or eating ex-hubby's checks. Hopefully they gave it a bunch of dog treats and a juicy piece of steak for finding the little girl.
Posted by: Phranqlin | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 07:40 AM
Cute!!
I play hide-and-seek with my little girl all the time. She giggles too much to be a good hider, and after this story, I'm glad.
Posted by: RockyMtnMac | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 07:46 AM
Mhats a drop well??????? You mean the trunk???????
Posted by: Take no Prisoners | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 07:51 AM
KIDS WILL BE KIDS FOR SURE
Posted by: MONKEY JERKm | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 08:16 AM
TnP, I think it's that compartment in the back of station wagons.
Posted by: LimeGreenLizard | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 08:20 AM
RING!
Little girl: Answers the phone in a hushed voice
Man on phone asks: Hello is your dad there?
girl: Yeah but he cant take your call because he is talking to the police.
Man:Is your mother there then?
girl: She cant talk either cause she is talking to the fireman.
man: Oh I hope I didnt call at a bad time I hope everything is ok?
girl: They are looking for a missing child.
man: Good heavens, who are they looking for?
girl: They are looking for me I am hiding behind the couch.
Posted by: angrysockmonkey | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 08:22 AM
One time when I was a kid, we were playing hide & seek at a friend's house. I ran into the darkened garage, around an upright freezer and up against the wall. I recoiled in pain, when my left eye got jabbed. Turns out there was a potato rake hanging in the wall, with its tines sticking outwards. One of them had entered under the eyeball and lacerated it big time. The white of my eye stayed blood red for two months, like a vampire. I had the luxury of wearing a pirate's eyepatch the whole time so the girls at school would'd shriek and squeal in horror. Which became a fun past time as well.
Posted by: LimeGreenLizard | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 08:28 AM
LGL, I hope your mom took some pictures of her little pirate. Cute!
Posted by: jj2 | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 08:35 AM
If LGLs story happened to most of the snowflakes we read about here; there would be a lawsuit to read.
Posted by: Lou Sussler | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 09:10 AM
I was raised to believe litigiousness is a moral evil. Who ran into said potato rake? Me.
Warning to parents: Childhood fun may result in minor or serious injury, and may even lead to death. It is paramount that no childhood fun take place on your property, or with your knowledge. Oh, and no touching at all is allowed. Dodge ball is hereby outlawed, as it may result in a child’s self esteem being irreperably damaged.
Screw that! I had fun that day… And obviously for the next two months…
Twas just a scratch. And one hell of a badge of honor.
Posted by: LimeGreenLizard | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 09:32 AM
LOL @ jj2!
In fact, (*me still laughing)My mom had to postpone the Olan Mills Studio family photo because of it! In the meantime, to my eternal chagrin, and that of my brothers she made these hideous, bright red corduroy overall suits for the three of us to wear. Despite the postponing, my eye still matched my damnable uniform, said uniform being straight from the dragonish, hell depths of a Singer’s pattern catalog, even though the photographer said it wouldn’t show up. Who says there’s no fun revenge against mommy? It happens if you pray and believe in unicorns.
And yes. I still give her hell about those outfits. Just to make her laugh, of course.
Posted by: LimeGreenLizard | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 09:43 AM
Stop! You guys know I have a thing for pirates...
My worst black eye was from a mean game of cowboys and indians and a surveyor stake. Right before Halloween. I was Little Bo Peep with an eyepatch. I think LGL's patch went over better than mine. lol
Posted by: RockyMtnMac | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 09:43 AM
Man we I was a kid and forced to baby sit my little sister we would tell her we wanted to play hide and seek. We would let her go hide and just never try to find her.
Posted by: thing1 | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 10:10 AM
thing1, you should write a book on how to get rid of younger siblings. A best seller amongst the tween crowd, to be sure. I kneel before you.
Posted by: LimeGreenLizard | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 10:17 AM
The drop well in the station wagon was (and maybe still is if anyone is making a wagon in this configuration), the rearmost floor compartment into which the rear-facing seats folded down.
Posted by: Drake Timbershaft | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 10:20 AM
Hey...my brother used to want to play hide and seek when he babysat me too. Damn, I thought I was just that good. LMAO!!
Posted by: jojo | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 10:31 AM
I have many stories, I think I may post them in my blog for you LimeGreenLizard!
Posted by: thing1 | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 10:54 AM
Knock it out, thing1! I'm dying to know! What's your blog?
Posted by: LimeGreenLizard | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 01:10 PM
Doh! Been there, done that with my littlest brother! Found him under the porch, dressed only in a diaper and covered from head to toe with dirt... he'd been making "mud patties".
Posted by: Sisterblonde | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 01:36 PM
http://irrelevantmemories.blogspot.com/
Posted by: thing1 | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 01:45 PM
What do you call the skeletal remains of a girl found last week tucked behind the chimney in a third floor attic??
The 2006 Hide And Go Seek Champion.
(originally a blond joke)
Posted by: thomas | Thursday, July 09, 2009 at 02:22 PM
I hid once in the concrete sink in the laundry room. It was a great hiding place because we were all really short. It was where I learned that being contorted up like that can interfere with your breathing and ability to unbend yourself and get out of the small space. I decided to hide in roomier spaces from then on.
Posted by: David | Friday, July 10, 2009 at 01:32 AM
i hide there but i would get out as soon as possbile and my mom says i cant go there cuz i am too big for playing hide and go seek and i am tryingg to make you scared
Posted by: heather | Thursday, July 16, 2009 at 11:54 AM