Not a parent, but definitely accurate. My sister is 8 years younger than me and she was an absolute terror at that age. One time she got into the bucket of craft supplies and stole a bottle of paint. It was on her toys, the television, the PlayStation, the cats, and unsurprisingly herself. Nearly everyday she’d break in my room while I was at school and just cause as much mayhem in there as possible. I had a box of over 800 Neopets trading cards that I had carefully organized and she dumped them on the floor. Another time she stole my Game Boy Color and slammed it against a wall because she couldn’t get it to work (it didn’t have batteries in it at the time). Unfortunately, it didn’t survive that.
Back in the time of audio cassettes I came into my room and found a housemate’s kid absolutely engrossed in pulling the tape out of my favourite irreplacable mixtape of obscure macedonian folk music. I kept my countenance as much as possible and manage to not yell at the little shithead too much. Thinking back now it is perfectly possible that he was acting on behalf of some grown up who was not enjoying the obscure Macedonian folk as much as I was.
I got my revenge later when I convinced the kid to test his very noisy battery powered fire engine toy in the bath tub.
Not a parent, but definitely accurate. My sister is 8 years younger than me and she was an absolute terror at that age. One time she got into the bucket of craft supplies and stole a bottle of paint. It was on her toys, the television, the PlayStation, the cats, and unsurprisingly herself. Nearly everyday she’d break in my room while I was at school and just cause as much mayhem in there as possible. I had a box of over 800 Neopets trading cards that I had carefully organized and she dumped them on the floor. Another time she stole my Game Boy Color and slammed it against a wall because she couldn’t get it to work (it didn’t have batteries in it at the time). Unfortunately, it didn’t survive that.
Back in the time of audio cassettes I came into my room and found a housemate’s kid absolutely engrossed in pulling the tape out of my favourite irreplacable mixtape of obscure macedonian folk music. I kept my countenance as much as possible and manage to not yell at the little shithead too much. Thinking back now it is perfectly possible that he was acting on behalf of some grown up who was not enjoying the obscure Macedonian folk as much as I was.
I got my revenge later when I convinced the kid to test his very noisy battery powered fire engine toy in the bath tub.