A Budding Bonnie & Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
visited with us over the Thanksgiving holiday.
They connived, they pilfered, they conspired, they betrayed. Nothing in our house was safe. Nothing within their reach anyway. For the miscreants were only two years old.
We weren’t
expecting too much misbehavior out of our grandkids Owen and Gwen. I figured they would be cavorting with their
siblings or playing with the toys we made available to them. For instance, see the white board and crayons in the picture? Wendy and I had to do our duties as host and
hostess to our guests, which included other children as well as adults.
When Gwen came into
town, we figured out pretty quickly that she had sticky fingers. She tried to swipe my pill case, found a pen which
she used to draw on a page of my daily diary, and grabbed a handful of coins
out of my bank which she tossed across the room (she even put a penny into her
mouth).
We started
putting things up (way up) that we didn’t want her getting into, and just to
make sure they were out of reach, we pulled out a wooden chest that she’d been
climbing upon. That we put it outside in
the patio. That still wasn’t
enough. She could climb the stairs and
raid our second story bedrooms where no eyes might be watching.
So I set up a Muppet-sized
large puppet on one of the steps. Gwen
wasn’t fond of this puppet and I knew she wouldn’t try to climb the stairs with
it watching down from above. Gwen and
Owen had already had a little race down the stairs but that was with me there
supervising close by. I didn’t want them
to have a re-match while I was away. And
Wendy and I had to go to the store.
When we returned, Gwen and Owen were
upstairs. The puppet had been thrown
behind a couch in another room. What happened? I was told that Gwen recruited Owen, pointing
the puppet out to her cousin. Owen
dutifully retrieved the puppet and chucked him out of sight. Now if that isn’t a true act of Bonnie and
Clyde types, I don’t know what it.
Later Gwen’s baby
brother Davis started crying in my arms.
Gwen came over to check and I asked her if she could get her baby
brother’s pacifier. Immediately she
toddled over to a table, plucked the ‘binky’ from the table, stuck it in her
own mouth, and walked past me and her still wailing brother into another
room. My jaw dropped as I saw her walk
off, highjacking Davis’s binky.
Later, she was
upstairs again with Clyde, er, Owen.
This time Gwen’s mom went upstairs to check on them. She caught Owen in the act of putting a
travel-sized bottle of moisturizer into an alarm clock cassette deck. When Owen saw his aunt Kristin, he said, “She
did it,” accusing his accomplice. Gwen
is a little younger and doesn’t talk as well as her older cousin so the ruse
might have worked if Owen hadn’t been caught in the act.
But Bonnie and
Clyde had to eventually break up when Gwen and family returned to St. Louis
after Thanksgiving. So we can breathe
easy again, at least until Christmas.
That’s when they’re due to meet up again.
5 Comments:
LOL, I hear you Dave! Amazing what little ones find and decide is theirs, no? Our littlest (Bryce) just turned 3 on T-giving. She's very independent and loves the bling. She's always eying my necklace-a simple Tiffany pendant in silver made up of all hearts and a Star of David in the middle. Steve gave it to me on our 33rd anniversary. She's decided that "grandpa gave us that necklace grandma." She said I could wear it until she had some place to go.
Little dickens!
CARINE--That's too funny. Since we didn't have any daughters and only one granddaughter, I'm fascinated as to how she different she is from our four grandboys. Very strong-willed and independent too, just like your Bryce.
oh boy is our B strong-willed! Which is a good thing
Great post, Dave! Thanks for the laughs.
However, I'm not going to be a snitch...I'm not going to dob in Bonnie and Clyde to the cops!! :)
LEE--I'm sure they'd thank you. Well, maybe Owen could. Gwen doesn't say much yet.
Hope you have a great holiday.
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