Don't listen to your mother. Yes you should! Duh! You should also let your ten year old brother and his twelve year old friends have speed races with your beep beep down the cobblestone street in front of your house. And then you should use the wheel that falls off at a frisbee. Mom loves all of these things.
I have a similar dent in my living room, but it was not made by an artificial contrivance. No, this one was created by a bony little boy literally bouncing off the walls. He began driving my car this week.
Note to self: Self, do not buy the little imp that pink thing. We are DDIY'ers...meaning DONT DO IT YOURSELF!
Ouchers.
Oh crap, I just remembered that the tricycle that her aunt and uncle in the UK (how lovely of them, eh?) sent her for Christmas is in the family room downstairs. I'm puttin' that bad boy in the garage before I end up with my own "Why" post!
In all fairness, I should add that her brother was giving her an extra shove from behind "because it makes her laugh" -- so the two of them in concert are responsible -- I just didn't have a picture of him on the car too. Thanks for all your sympathy for my wall. :)
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Oh no!!!!
I hope your husband is a DIY kinda of guy. LOL.
At least it was a plastic car. My baby sister forgot to put the garage door up and reversed into it and damaged the garage door.
Ouch. Time for the beep-beep to live outside!
Oh my!!! My son drives his "beep beep" in the house too but has never caused damaged.... yet!
oh CRAP! Good luck when she turns 16!
Any such toys are restricted to outside at our house. Better yet, the Grandparent's house!
Hope you're able to fix it up easily!
That would totally happen here. And I would say "no more beep beep" and my son would surely look at the hole in the wall and say, "WHY?"
ugh...
ruh roh!! {{{{{{{{{Wall}}}}}}} Eh, fill it with the putty stuff you're supposed to use for nail holes, sand it down, and paint over?
on the bright side, she must be really strong to get enough speed up to do that!! ;)
Oh no! Well at least she didn't break anything you couldn't replace! LOL
Omg! I weep for your wall.
Dear gorgeous child:
Don't listen to your mother. Yes you should! Duh! You should also let your ten year old brother and his twelve year old friends have speed races with your beep beep down the cobblestone street in front of your house. And then you should use the wheel that falls off at a frisbee. Mom loves all of these things.
PS: Wall puddy tastes like marshmallows.
Uh oh...So sorry :(
Perhaps Home Depot is having a sale this weekend.
I have a similar dent in my living room, but it was not made by an artificial contrivance. No, this one was created by a bony little boy literally bouncing off the walls. He began driving my car this week.
Yikes! That should go right along with not playing ball in the house, which I totally let me kids do. Who has the time to stop them--really?
Ouch. The wall has met a worse fate than the chair with the marker on it.
Oh my goodness.
Note to self: Self, do not buy the little imp that pink thing. We are DDIY'ers...meaning DONT DO IT YOURSELF!
Ouchers.
Oh crap, I just remembered that the tricycle that her aunt and uncle in the UK (how lovely of them, eh?) sent her for Christmas is in the family room downstairs. I'm puttin' that bad boy in the garage before I end up with my own "Why" post!
Did the lesson get learned? Or is it too soon to tell?!
OUCH!
And I get it, I totally get it. I don't know why we have walls at all...
In all fairness, I should add that her brother was giving her an extra shove from behind "because it makes her laugh" -- so the two of them in concert are responsible -- I just didn't have a picture of him on the car too. Thanks for all your sympathy for my wall. :)
I think, perhaps, the drivers' license will be postponed just a couple more years.
So sad when fairy tales do not have a happy ending....
:-)
I see a trip to Home Depot in the near future.
I'm pretty sure that dents in the walls are invisible until puberty for girls, 37 for boys. Sort of like the taste buds that take time to develop.
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