Memories from the Jar - Troublemaking

It's been awhile since I've done one of these, and with Weston's surgery tomorrow, who knows when I'll get to do one again. So, here goes. This one should be entertaining.

"What did you do as a child that got you into the most trouble with your parents? How did they handle it?"

I'm torn as to whether I think I could be defined as a troublemaker as a kid. Maybe my mom will read this post and comment on how she saw it. On one hand, I have always been kind of a straight arrow...I generally follow the rules pretty closely. But I also went through a pretty rebellious, ornery, grouchy phase, where I think I caused my parents severe headaches, if not all-out trouble. Anyway. There is one big incident that comes to mind when I think of getting into trouble as a kid, and it involves my younger siblings as well, so, sorry, Tam & Dev, your evil deeds are going to be brought to light. :-D

I don't remember exactly how old I was. I'm pretty sure I was 12 or younger at the time. Anyway my mom was Young Women President, and I think she and my older siblings were gone for a couple of days at a Youth Conference. My dad was around, but probably was working on Grandpa's farm that day. Tam, Devin and I were home just entertaining ourselves, when Devin made a fantastic discovery. My mom always bought honey in those big #10 cans, and there was one sitting on the kitchen counter. Devin discovered that if you get your finger wet, when you stick it into the honey, it comes out clean! (Now that I think about it, I can guess how he made that discovery. I'd bet his finger got wet from licking the honey off in the first place. Yum.) Anyway, we gathered around the can of honey, taking turns getting our fingers wet (we used the kitchen faucet) and sticking our fingers in to watch the magic. Soon we learned that you can actually get your entire hand wet and completely immerse it in honey, and it still comes out clean. It didn't take long however, before we got sloppy in our technique and our hands were coming out with honey on them. We started poking each other with honey covered fingers, and soon we were chasing each other around the house with honey on our hands. It really got bad, though, when Devin got his hand entirely coated with honey and slapped Tam on the back with it as she ran from him. At this point we went from having fun to all-out honey war. Honey was being flung around the house like nobody's business. As luck would have it, Mom returned early from Youth Conference as we were in the heat of our battle. We, and the house, were completely covered in honey. Words cannot describe how angry my mom was, nor can words describe the depth of our punishment. All I remember is that I was scrubbing honey off every surface imaginable for a long, long time afterward.