The Pliers Incident

Pliers: small pincers for holding small objects or for bending and cutting wire

Leaving things out in our house is a bad habit. It is as common as milk and cookies and so when I noticed the pair of pliers in the hall bathroom drawer, it came as no surprise. What I found pinched between the two blades of the pliers was.

In my investigation there were several pieces of evidence that clearly explained the crime. So as a professional F.M.I. (federal mama investigator) I carefully removed the weapon in question and began my search for the culprit.

As soon as I entered the room his expression changed. There he sat cuddled with his papa watching television. Innocence incarnate. But seeing the pliers in my hands drained all the color from his face and he gave himself up without saying a word.

My interrogation was over in minutes. And when the truth was told I could no longer contain my laughter. Hence the color returned and a smile crept over this sweet child's face.

What is it about children that they do something wrong and immediately there is blame placed back on the parents?!

Here is what the pliers held:

Hair.

Sweet, soft, brown hair.

I feel compelled to keep the culprit's identity anonymous. I'm sure he'll have enough issues when he's older and reads back thru my blog and the stories I have shared without his consent.

He is practical, I'll give him that! No scissors in the drawer? Well hey, just use the pliers!

In my findings and blame placing, the culprit's excuse for PULLING OUT HIS HAIR was simple.

"I had gone to bed the other night and felt something gooey in my hair. I know I'm not suppose to get out of bed so I snuck into the bathroom so I wouldn't get in trouble. I found the pliers and pulled out the gooey stuff stuck on the top of my head."

The kid ripped out his hair.

Now I've heard of kids cutting their hair but this is crazy! This picture does not do the crime justice. As the real amount of evidence remains on the bottom of my bathroom drawer.

And before you go placing blame on terrible parents who have obviously struck fear into a poor boy's mind. Threats, beatings, whatever. It's all not true. I'm sure he was instructed to stay in bed. He's always been a good kid. He hardly ever gets up after bedtime. But to pull out his own gooey hair...well that's punishment enough in itself. He says it didn't hurt but I'm sure the barber who cut his hair this past week thinks we are a bunch of whackos.

Ahem, don't you notice the patch of hair missing on this poor child's head. What kind of parents are you?

So, as I said before. It was punishment enough. And after a great laugh we had a nice long talk about NOT doing stuff like this ever again.

And about the difference in being ornery and not wanting to go to bed vs. having a need and calling for assistance.

I think it's time to put our stuff away around here, don't you? Heaven forbid he finds the needle nose pliers! Just the name puts fear of what thoughts could arise in this child's imaginative mind!