yeah. thats true. we were at war, and the only reason the war stopped.. was because bambam ate what made up our war.. doesnt make sense, ey =P
okay. so it all started.. a week-ish ago.. i was with my mum at canley station, and i had a chewing gum wrapper, and me being, well, me, i decided to get the wrapper, and shove it into my mums hands in a dodgy manner, and i clenched her fist around it. naturally, she was like "HUH?!" and then she saw i was being an idiot, so she ignored it.
we got on the train, and about 20minutes into the train trip,
mc: psst. mum
mum: what?
mc: mum. come here
*mum leans forward*
mc: *whispers* you have an umbrella in your bag
mum: .... =='
we get to the city, and we're in the waiting room, and pretty much what happens is me and my mum forcefully shove the gum wrapper in eachothers pockets, whilst trying to be as quiet as possible [we were in a seemingly posh place]
so.. we were attacking eachother in order to get rid of a chewing gum wrapper. that, and me whispering to her every twenty minutes that she has an umbrella in her bag.. so this continued through the night.
i have no idea how this happened, but somehow, my little toy crocodile [its the one that comes in an egg, and you soak it, and the egg cracks, croc grows etc etc] got involved in this. so my mum shoves the crocodile in my pocket, or hides it, and tries to scare the living day light out of me..
i hid it under her jacket when she went out, and when she went home [id totally forgotten about it], she mustve found the croc, and gotten scared shitless, cause she ran over to my room, and attacked me with the crocodile..
after that, i put it in her slippers, right next to her bed.. so when she decided to get out of bed.. well.. something cold and squishy was there =P
as expected, but unexpected, she ran over and attacked me..
well. i put it in her slippers again, but by the front door.. and i totally forgot about it...
after dinner,
dad: mc, did you give the croc to bambam?
mc: no. wth
mum: dad says he saw bambam playing with it
mc: OH SHIT.
turns out, when bambam ran in, he took the croc, and ran outside with it. damn smart-ass ><
and dad went to take the croc.. and well.. it lost its eyes and snout D=
twas our war. i very fun one. id spend ten minutes just laughing at how horrified my mum mustve been each time she'd found the crocodile, and also her feeble attempts to hide them =) [e.g. on my bed]
this isnt the only thing we ever did.. i have a memory of chasing my mum around the house, and her climbing through one of our "windows" [if youve been to my house, youll know.. its a window between the dining and living room] and running away, or her hiding in her room, and jumping out to scare me..
and sometimes involving me scaring her unintentionally [e.g. saying boo, but not meaning to scare her]
man, theres this one occasion, where it was so random, and incredibly stupid, but i crack up everytime i think about it, and im constantly reminding my mum of the moment, but its one of those stories where you crack up and cant tell the story =P
ok, so.. we were at myer, looking at clothes, and mum was looking at the clothes on the rack, and i was sitting on the chair in front of those big square pole things..
i see a toddler with his hair up in a mohawk, and i thought that was pretty cute, and i stand up, and i move back and in doing so, hit the pole, and when i turned around, my mum was sorta on the ground
mc: mum, what are you doing?
mum: ..you bumped into me, and i fell
mc: oh.. awwww
man. i know its so lame, but its so funny to me, cause i thought i hit the pole, but really, id run her over, and she'd fallen.. and also cause i thought she was picking something up off the ground, but she was actually getting up after being pushed by me..
im surprised i was able to finish this post, cause ive been cracking up like a retard =D
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