Apr 24, 2003 11:01
Toddler Twins Go on Rampage, Shed Clothes
PARIS (Reuters) - Two three-year-old twin boys who disappeared from home then reappeared hours later without their clothes had been off wreaking havoc in a neighbor's empty house, French newspapers reported on Thursday.
Police initially feared an abduction by a pedophile when the missing boys were discovered late in the evening walking through their home town of Deols, western France, stark naked and holding a bedside lamp.
But a call from a neighbor to report a suspected burglary revealed the boys had broken into a nearby house and gone berserk, emptying out drawers, bouncing on beds, scribbling on walls and gobbling up orange-flavored vitamin pills.
The twins discarded their clothes after getting covered in shampoo and toothpaste after a rampage through the bathroom, squeezing out bottles and tubes.
They grabbed a bedside light and took it away with them thinking it would help them find their way home in the dark.
The boys' parents will compensate the house owners, daily Liberation said. It did not say how they would punish the twins.
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I think that's one of the best news stories I've heard in a long time. I honestly believe that kind of stuff belongs on the front page. Does it seriously get any better than that? Naked kids walking down the street, people are afraid of pedophiles...and then it just turns out that they've been chowing down on too many orange vitamins and wearing a bit much toothpaste. And they're twins! That's just too fucking perfect.
Kids aren't afraid to be insane, and I love that about them. Kids can walk around naked and vandalize houses, and crazy old men like me think it's endearing. Something about that carefree spirit makes me wistful. It makes me want to go next door and fuck up my neighbor's china cabinet and steal all their liquor and then grab a lamp to light my way home.
That's such a great detail. The lamp. Smart kids. They were out having fun, and they still took a safety precaution. One of my sons used to do something like that. In one of our older houses, his bedroom was off of a long hallway, and when all the doors were closed, he couldn't always remember which room was his. Then I noticed that whenever he walked out the door, he would drop a toy there. At first, I assumed he was just being clumsy. His mother used to chide him for being sloppy, and he'd dutifully put the toy away. But the second we turned our backs, he would slip the toy back into position.
Landmarks. It's easy to get lost in this life. Sometimes, you can even get lost in your own house. I guess the important thing is to make sure that you can always find your way back. And it doesn't hurt to have a partner in crime.