Weird accidents that are strangely hilarious

That reminds me undecided ds was sat on my bed te other week watching a DVD while I tried to get five extra mins, he was sat on the duvet so I tried to pull it out to get under it and my hand slipped, I punched him full force in the face and knocked him off the bed.
Poor little sod didn't know what he'd done!
I'm still mortified and feeling guilty.

dh had to stop to help a biker one day. Poor chap was stuck fast. He'd somehow got the kick stand caught in the turn ups of his jeans! (Hopefully he realised it would be a good idea to go out and buy some leathers, daft sod.)

That is one hell of an unfortunate coincidence Theodorous! Hope it isn't too painful.

Hello? I actually have a broken finger because of this thread.

When DS2 was 3, he had a habit of pulling his shoes/boots off while in the car seat and then wailing his head off to have them put back on. He did this one time while DH was driving. I was in the passenger seat but very pregnant so couldn't twist round to put it right.

DH stopped the car, rather put out by all the palaver, stalked round to DS2's side of the car, opened the door and proceeded to put the wellies back on. DS2 was wailing and thrashing so it was difficult. DH's hand slipped on the welly, flew up and punched DS2 in the jaw.

DH was utterly mortified and felt terrible. DS2 was so surprised by it that he stopped crying and was quite cheerful for the rest of the journey. Didn't pull his welly off again either...

As a teenager I was carrying the cat downstairs, I tripped, the cat freaked and clawed a huge scratch from the corner of my eye, I fell head over heals down the stairs.

That's not the embarrassing part , my family rushed to see what all the commotion was. There I was in a pile at the bottom of the stairs with the cat . . . . and a coat-hanger stuck down my back.

Nobody could understand how I'd managed to entangle myself with a coat-hanger on my way down. I might have been on my way downstairs to show everyone my hilarious impression of Five Star using coat-hanger to create big shoulders.

Thanks Rowan - weebling pillowcase must never be deleted

So glad to learn that I'm not the only mother who has dropped her dc in the toilet.

I tripped myself up with the flappy bottom of my pyjama trousers by getting my othr foot stuck in it. I broke my wrist whilst falling.... :( Div

I am HOWLING at "John! John!"

One more - about another friend, who I am sure won't mind me sharing.

Friend used to run a youth group in a village hall. Lots of running around activities etc., resulting in dirty feet. At the end of the session, friend went to toilets and decided to wash her feet in the sink. Stood on one leg, with other foot up in the sink, soaping away. Then she saw a spider in the next sink. Thing is, she's terrified of spiders and her automatic reaction is to run away. With one wet foot, and the other in the sink, she managed to do a sort of cartoon run in mid-air before falling over backwards and almost knocking herself out on the toilet door.

When I was in my mid teens and living at home, the next door neighbour had some brought in builders into his house to work on his new conservatory.

Being a nosey mare and having my bedroom overlook neighbours back garden I watched to see what was going on from the safety of behind my net curtains. I was most thrilled to see a guy I had had a crush on for ages working with (what I cottoned on to be) his builder Dad.

Being that my window was at an awkward height, to get a better viewing point I climbed up onto my dresser. Still I wasn't comfortable and I shuffled over slightly to get better footing - Only I had shuffled over to where there was no dresser (so engrossed at watching my crush, I wasn't paying attention) and my foot met air and I tumbled down heavily, sideways with a high pitched squeak and my arms stiffly swiping every single item on my window shelf down with me - including the net curtain.

My side hurt where I landing on it, but I remember staggering to stand up and peep from my window to see if I had been seen. Builder crush was stood facing my window with the most scrunched up confused face trying to figure out what the hell just happened in the bedroom of number 26!

ended up pushing a small child into a bin

Crying with laughter!

"John, John"

< wipes tears away >

Coming down the stairs at school one afternoon, end of the day so many teenagers vying to get out the building quickly. I come down confidently in my wide legged trousers and heeled boots. Hem of trousers has decided to kill me and traps my heel so as I take the next step down my knee stays stuck in mid air and I start pirouetting tryin not to fall arse over tit into the throng. Imagine a sort of dying swan effort grabbing the banisterand sliding down, teetering over the edge backwards accompanied by a sound slightly reminiscent of the Hulk on helium. As I reached the bottom I jumped up and took a bow as everyone applauded. And yes...I was the teacher. So I was reminded by several student for a long time afrterwards

Coming down the stairs at school one afternoon, end of the day so many teenagers vying to get out the building quickly. I come down confidently in my wide legged trousers and heeled boots. Hem of trousers has decided to kill me and traps my heel so as I take the next step down my knee stays stuck in mid air and I start pirouetting tryin not to fall arse over tit into the throng. Imagine a sort of dying swan effort grabbing the banisterand sliding down, teetering over the edge backwards accompanied by a sound slightly reminiscent of the Hulk on helium. As I reached the bottom I jumped up and took a bow as everyone applauded. And yes...I was the teacher. So I was reminded by several student for a long time afrterwards

I have loads but my favourite is when I was about 4 me and my mun went to london to see the changing of the guards. ..

I put my head through the gates to get a better look and got stuck.. my mum had to phone the fire brigade and my mum was going crazy because there were loads of Chinese tourists taking pictures and laughing

I had both handa full so sneezing into the sink seemed like a good idea.

I forgot about the involuntary downward head movement we all do and banged my chin on the edge of the sink.
my chined bruised and it hurt for days.

I wiped out on a cabbage stalk when we had builders round. I thought I had done it discretely but chin and face met earth.
The conversation carried on Britishly despite my muddy face and fat lip.

I was cycling home a little bit tipsy at night. I cut through the Univeristy campus which isn't very well lit and cycled straight into a car park barrier. I came over the bars and landed, perfectly balanced, on my belly over the bar. Unfortunately, this was just at the precise moment that two men were walking by. They said they had never seen anything so funny.

Skiing with the my husband a couple if years ago. I'm not a very good skier. Thought I'd show off a bit by swerving off the slope at the side, into the powder to throw up a big spray when you I turned. Except I'm not very good at skiing and wasn't going fast enough. I just kind of stopped then sunk up to my boobs in the powder. Husband was crying with laughter and took several photos before having to wade in and tug of me out.

Before that u had been learning to snowboard. Also not good at that. Middle of a lesson another learner and I are next to each other when it becomes clear we are on a collision course. I panicked, neither of us had the skill to get out of the way, so I did all I could think of and then put my hands out and shoved. Except I pushed a bit hard and sent the poor bloke sailing in into a patch of very spikey trees. The instructor complimented me to on my ruthless tactics for self preservation.

Later that trip I did something similar (again in a moment of panic) and ended up pushing a small child into a bin. I have given up on boarding.

Ds2 is very tall for his age and very bouncy. When he was about 3, possibly younger, he came bouncing into the kitchen, crashing past the door in his elephant-laughing-gas way. He must have caught it at the top of a bounce because the next thing we knew he was suspended from the door handle by the strap of his dungarees. The bewilderment on his face! The tears of laughter on our faces! The temptation to leave him there for a few hours

Humungously pregnant with dc1, I went to use my dad's car for something. I didn't realise that my mum had been the last to drive it. She's tiny and sits with the seat back raked vertical and the seat pulled very far forward. I slid sideways into the seat, my bump went under the steering wheel, and I was wedged. I could not reach down around my bump to release the seat to move it backwards. i could not reach back to the knob to lean the seat backwards. I could not even teach my mobile to call for help. I had to honk the horn until my dad came and rescued me. By which time, of course, all the neighbours had come out, as well.