“Wasn’t anybody here a 6 year old at one time?”
Yes, and at Age 4 (and 3/4), I got ahold of my father’s M-16 (locked gun safe in locked closet), loaded it, and blew out the wall of the kitchen on full auto. (This was Israel in a “settlement,” mind you.)
Kids do amazingly stupid and dangerous things.”
ROFL.
Seriesly, 4 is the new 6, since people aren’t people until age 2 under 0bama.
When I was four, I burned down our garage and part of our second floor when I apparently tried to weld something. Then, to escape the wrath of my parents, I hid in the cabs of one of the fire trucks that showed up, causing my parents even additional grief. My father reminded me about continually up to and literally including the day that he died, some 50 years later.