Sometimes we don't think things through.


In third grade, I got a D. I came home and desperately tried to hide it from my parents. Instead of ripping it up or throwing it in the trash, I hid it under the couch and then told my mom not to look under it. cuz u no... y wood she ever chek?



I wrote "Abby likes Philip" on the bathroom mirror when it steamed up after a bath.
My sister Abby was super insulted and embarrassed, so my parents asked who had done it.
I denied it of course and blamed it on my little sister.
The only problem was, I was about 6 at the time and spelled Philip like "Filup" and my little sister was too little to write, so nobody was fooled.🙃

But hey, Abby DID like Philip.