Where do I start?
The time I was grounded for clubbing you with a tennis racket?
Sardines in the shower?
The time we made up a play on Sunday about how we made up a play on Sunday?
Plastic-pants hats on the babysitters' heads?
Throwing the huge black spider-monkey thing off the bunkbed and out the doorway onto Brett in a dark hallway? (Still makes me laugh - sorry, Brett.)
Smoking cigars in the backyard playhouse? (Just kidding, Mom, I made that one up.)
I hope my kids can remember stuff like that someday (and not tell me about it until then).