Not sure what the OP's original intent was in creating this thread, but I'll take it in a different direction than it's gone so far.
Took 3 of the Grandkids to Letchworth Park back in June. We were all looking forward to this outing for months. It was going to be great!
Within a couple hours of arriving, I lost sight of my six-year-old grandson for a MINUTE. He's not a bad kid, but he is pretty unpredictable. I walked out of the camper, and my wife was looking over toward the truck. She said to the grandson, "Is that a rock in your hand? Are you scraping it on the side of the truck?"
That got my attention in a hurry. I went over to see what he was up to. He had a stone, and he was scraping it all along one side of the truck, making loop-de-loops in the paint. He had already hit the other side. Front to back. Both sides of the truck, front to back, now had loopy scratches. I had only had the truck a few weeks. Hadn't even made a payment on it yet.
Yeah.
We won't go into what I said to him and how I said it. It pretty much ruined the day for me.
Gotta love them.
-Speak