Posted: 12/8/2004 2:52:28 PM EDT
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I thought this was funny and if you have kids you might think so also. The boss of a big company who needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers, dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper, "Hello." "Is your daddy home?" he asked. "Yes," whispered the small voice. "May I talk with him?" The child whispered, "No." Surprised, and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your mommy? there?" "Yes." "May I talk with her?" Again the small voice whispered, "No." Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is anybody else there?" "Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman." Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?" "No, he's busy", whispered the child. "Busy doing what?" "Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman", came the whispered answer. Growing concerned and even worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the earpiece on the phone the boss asked, "What is that noise?" "A hello-copper" answered the whispering voice. "What is going on there?" asked the boss, now alarmed. In an awed whispering voice the child answered, "The search team just landed the hello-copper." Alarmed, concerned, and even more then just a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are they searching for?" Still whispering, the young voice replied along with a muffled giggle: "ME" |
| After my parents divorced, my brother and I would see our Dad every other weekend. One day I decided to walk to the local supermarket (back in the day when you wouldn't get kidnapped). Well, I come back to my Dad's apartment to find police cars and such. I rush in and say, "Hey, there's police cars everywhere!" Then I see a policeman in there and found out that they were looking for me! Scared the hell out of my Dad, that's for sure. |
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True Story My younger brother Roger was 3 years old when he came up missing. My mother found me at a friends house by telephone and asked if he was with me. I said no he wasn't. Mom told me to come home and help her find him. We turned the house upside down looking from basement to the attic, no Roger. I went out to the nieghbors and enlisted a search party of kids and moms. We searched for an hour, no Roger. After an hour Mom called the Cops. Police and neighbors fanned out from our house in every direction, no Roger. The Cops and nieghbors came up empty in the search. Three hours go by, no Roger. The Sherrifs Office was dispatched to get my Dad at work. He made the hour drive in 20 minutes. Mom and a female Officer (probably a Jailer, it was the 60's) were in the kitchen both crying their eyes out when from under Dad's recliner crawled Roger wiping his eyes and saying "Mommy, Me hungry!" The Police didn't have radios in every car then so the search went on for at least 30 minutes after he woke up from his nap. |
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A couple months ago was on the computer talking to my brother,About an hour before hand I put my son to bed he's 5 .well I thought he was asleep, then all of a sudden i heard a loud crash like the ceiling just fell then heard a blood curdeling scream ran into his room he is standing there just laughing at me.Turns out he was bored and decided to jump off the bed and scream for no reason. I think I my hair turned 3 shades of gray that night. |
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I can't recall all the times my heart has stopped due to... A screeching tire when the kids were out side A thump or thug in the night A scream anytime Daddy! being yelled frantically Loosing site of them in public etc...etc...etc... Gray hair shit...I'm lucky I survived it  GM |
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When I was about 4 I gave mom one hell of a scare.... it had snowed, and I was all bundled up and sledding in the back yard, which was a pretty gentle hill, with a chainlink fence around it. Me, and the sled, got ourselves wedged UNDER the fence. This was one of those plastic sleds that you kinda sit in, and were shaped like some goofy 'go-fast-looking' contraption....anyway, it had places for your legs to go and plastic on either side of them....and I was wearing about 5 layers of stuff an a very puffy snowsuit... Mom called for me to come back inside.....of course, me being stuck, I couldn't. In fact, the sled was wedged in pretty good, and the points on the bottom of the fence were digging into the snowsuit (but I wasn't hurt) so I couldn't get out. After a few minutes of yelling at me to get back inside she came out to get me, and sees me stuck under the fence, and she totally freaked. Of course, I'm sitting there trying to figure out why mom's so upset. Long story short(er), dad comes home and gets the news that we need a new fence -- and a new pair of those little vise-grip-like pruneing things (you know the kind, used for clipping very small tree branches, lilac bush branches, rose stems, crap like that) since she used them to cut the fence up. |