LMAO I love this thread. It's cheered me up emmensely.
So here are some good ones and notall perpetrated by me either.
Not long after getting out of hospital following my birth, my own Mother left me in my pram, outside the butchers shop. She didn't even realise until she had finished her shopping and walked all the way home!
Poor me.
When my eldest son was 2 we went to stay with some friends. I was trying to get him to stand up properlly so that I could put a jumper on him but just as I let him go he buckled his legs under him and pell face first into a radiator. Fountains of blood and a trip to A&E later he was furnished with butterfly stitches and a sticker, none the worse for wear. Oh the guilt.
The very first time my husband laid his hands on Charlie about 2 hrs after he'd been born, he expected him to be able to support his own weight and consequently bonked his head off the side of the hospital cot. Wally.
This is the worst one.
Whilst trying to cut Charlies tiny little finger nails and succesfully getting down to the last little finger on his left, I cut the top of it off
There was SO much blood and I wasn't even allowed to put anything on it in case he sucked it off. I'm a BAD Mummy.
The funniest one was when Charlie tried really valiantly to reach the bottom of his toy box were his cars were. It wasn't until I heard his muffled squealings and turned round to see just his little leggies poking out of the box and kicking frantically, that I realised he was too short to reach them without falling in.
I really shouldn't laugh but...