I remember when I was a young child, probably about five or six, I loved the taste of this pink liquid medicine that tasted like bubblegum. I sneaked into my mom's room when she wasn't in there and got a hold if it from her dresser and started drinking it. My mom heard me messing around in her room and she came in and took the bottle away from me and took me to the hospital right away for poisoning.

There was another time, when I was a youngin, and I somehow managed to climb onto the kitchen counter and grab a bottle of pills that were on top of the refrigerator. Only this time my brother, who is three years younger than I am, was there and I was passing the pills out between the two of us. >.< My mom caught us and rushed us to the hospital, again. I don't remember this, but my mom has told me about it.

A few moths ago my two brothers, 14 and 8, and myself were all in my moms room while she was in her bathroom doing something. There is a piece of equipment in my mom's room called an Elliptical Trainer. My 8 yr old brother decided to hop on it and run it faster and faster, fast forward and next thing I know he's fallen and there is this big wound on the side of his knee. He knee hit a bolt on the trainer as he fell and took out a chunk of skin and meat. It was awful. My mom wrapped it up and we rushed to the hospital, told them what happened, and he got stitches. He didn't like that at all.

Three or four years ago my family was at the pool, and during that time my youngest brother, who was four fell in somehow. I don't know how he fell in;I didn't even know that he had fallen in because I was water wrestling with some friends of mine at the other end. My dad had to run over to that end of the pool and jump in (fully clothes and all since he wasn't planning on getting in the water) and get him.

Once when I was younger, I had to be about seven or eight, I remember my dad was playing with me and he was holding me up by my legs. Soon afterwards he accidentally dropped me square on my head, and it hurt like a *****. I cried a lot. But that certainly doesn't make him a bad father.

Hell, last year while I was at my aunt's I was holding my baby cousin on my shoulders, but when I went to take her off I didn't realize that I was standing right below the doorway, and I accidentally hit her head on the top of it. She didn't cry immediately, she must have been surprised initially, but then soon after she cried and I was all doing everything I could to make her stop crying.

Even just last week I was walking past the older cousin of mine who is a toddler, my uncle's child, and it was a small area, so I put my hand on his head and put my leg past him and stepped over him, but then my hand slipped and I accidentally knocked him down and his head bumped against a table that was right next to him. Of course, he cried immediately and I had to calm him down.

A couple months ago at school this girl was telling about how her parents accidentally locked her in the car when she was a baby, and her parents had to call the fire department to get her out.

Once my two rottweilers got sick and my mother gave them some medicine. Problem is she gave them some medicine that she shouldn't have given them and it only made things worse. She took them to the vet and checked back a few days later when the vet said we could take them back home, and I went along this time. While we were there my mom told the assistant vet that brought us our dogs that she had accidentally given them some wrong medicine which made them a lot worse, and the vet said, and I quote exactly, "Oh, it's fine. I've done the same thing - with my kids."

But judging from the way you judge Britney over simple things, you'd probably say I'm a terrible cousin, my mother is a terrible, irresponsible, and careless mother, and that I also have a lousy father. :rolleyes