Today I had a gentleman come up. He had his three adorable children with him, but I don't really know how he is sane. They were triplets. Two year old triplets. Two girls and a boy.
He had the girls in a stroller and I remarked on how the little boy was helping daddy "push" the stroller. The dad told me they haven't been able to get a three child stroller yet. So, he wants to buy a Christmas tree and I take him to the trees. The trees are all decked out in ornaments and trimming. They looked awesome. Well, the first thing I heard was "oooh prettyshine" and then CRASH. One ornament sacrificed. "Jamie, don't do that," the father says and then offers to pay for it. I tell him to not worry. I run to the back really quick and grab a small broom and a dustpan and start sweeping.
We discuss trees and the one that he really wants is out of stock and we can't order it so I offer him a substitute tree and we went over to it. Little boy immediately reaches out to a low hanging ornament and CRASH. Two ornaments sacrificed. "Jamie, bad boy!" the father says. Then he holds his hands. By now I'm thankful I kept the broom and pan out.
I'm trying to get the sale and convince the man that the tree is safe (he was worried about lead) so I call GE, the maker of the tree to verify that it had safe levels of lead in it and whatnot. While I'm on the phone I hear...CRASH CRASH WHOOMP CRASH. "Jamie NO!" Three more ornaments and one little three footer tree sacrificed. (Well, the tree just had to be put back up. THANK GOD it wasn't the 7.5 ft. tree that fell. Somehow the tree did not strike the child and missed all the other trees around it.) I was like..."man, pick up the child and keep him away from my trees!"
All the while the twins in the stroller were happily laughing and giggling at everything their brother did. I thank god that those two were strapped in. No telling what could have happened with all three of them running around.
All in all, five ornaments had to be marked out and one tree put back up. The kid also broke one of those little village figurines when his dad picked him up. I couldn't believe how fast that two year old moved. His little hand just popped out, grabbed the figurine and threw it on the ground and then he started to scream in a really high pitched voice that made my ears hurt and the twins started screaming too. Oi.
Well, the father eventually bought the tree and a power tool set, totalling about 400 dollars so I let all the...um...mishaps slide.
So, anyone else have kids and destruction stories they would like to share?
He had the girls in a stroller and I remarked on how the little boy was helping daddy "push" the stroller. The dad told me they haven't been able to get a three child stroller yet. So, he wants to buy a Christmas tree and I take him to the trees. The trees are all decked out in ornaments and trimming. They looked awesome. Well, the first thing I heard was "oooh prettyshine" and then CRASH. One ornament sacrificed. "Jamie, don't do that," the father says and then offers to pay for it. I tell him to not worry. I run to the back really quick and grab a small broom and a dustpan and start sweeping.
We discuss trees and the one that he really wants is out of stock and we can't order it so I offer him a substitute tree and we went over to it. Little boy immediately reaches out to a low hanging ornament and CRASH. Two ornaments sacrificed. "Jamie, bad boy!" the father says. Then he holds his hands. By now I'm thankful I kept the broom and pan out.
I'm trying to get the sale and convince the man that the tree is safe (he was worried about lead) so I call GE, the maker of the tree to verify that it had safe levels of lead in it and whatnot. While I'm on the phone I hear...CRASH CRASH WHOOMP CRASH. "Jamie NO!" Three more ornaments and one little three footer tree sacrificed. (Well, the tree just had to be put back up. THANK GOD it wasn't the 7.5 ft. tree that fell. Somehow the tree did not strike the child and missed all the other trees around it.) I was like..."man, pick up the child and keep him away from my trees!"
All the while the twins in the stroller were happily laughing and giggling at everything their brother did. I thank god that those two were strapped in. No telling what could have happened with all three of them running around.
All in all, five ornaments had to be marked out and one tree put back up. The kid also broke one of those little village figurines when his dad picked him up. I couldn't believe how fast that two year old moved. His little hand just popped out, grabbed the figurine and threw it on the ground and then he started to scream in a really high pitched voice that made my ears hurt and the twins started screaming too. Oi.

Well, the father eventually bought the tree and a power tool set, totalling about 400 dollars so I let all the...um...mishaps slide.

So, anyone else have kids and destruction stories they would like to share?
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