Share the funny, mischievous things either you or your child used to get up to when you/they were little - £300 voucher to be won! NOW CLOSED

[EllieMumsnet]

A big part of being a child is all about being adventurous, whether that means your DC has tried to wander around in your size 8 heels for a good hour before realising they don’t fit quite right or even potter in with muddy shoes from playing outside all day. With Peter Rabbit coming to cinemas March 16, we’ve teamed up with Sony Pictures to hear about the funny, mischievous things either you or your DC has done when you/they were little.

“In Peter Rabbit™, the mischievous and adventurous hero who has captivated generations of readers now takes on the starring role of his own contemporary comedy. In the film, Peter’s feud with Mr. McGregor (Domhnall Gleeson) escalates to greater heights than ever before as their fight to gain control of McGregor’s coveted vegetable garden and the affections of the warm-hearted animal lover who lives next door (Rose Byrne) extends to the Lake District and London. James Corden voices the character of Peter with playful spirit and wild charm, with Margot Robbie, Elizabeth Debicki, and Daisy Ridley performing the voice roles of the triplets, Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail.”

Watch the Peter Rabbit trailer here:

Did your DC decide to have a go at cutting their own hair? Maybe you got caught giving your toys a wash in the toilet? Perhaps you’re always trying to find the TV remote that keeps going missing and turning up in strange places such as the fridge? Or did you ever rummage through your mum’s makeup bag and use every product on your face?

Whatever your humorous, mischievous stories are, share them with us on the thread below and you will be entered into a prize draw for the chance to win a £300 voucher of your choice (from a list).

Thanks and good luck
MNHQ

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When my little sister was christened, my mum (who is an atheist) didn't go to the church - she stayed at home to make the food for the party afterwards. She kept me at home, because as I was only about 17 months old, she didn't think I'd stay quiet in church.

Apparently, this was the day when I learned that I could reach up and get things off the dining table - mum discovered my new talent, when she found me on the floor, with the remnants of a whole plateful of chicken vol-au-vents strewn around me!

Ds3 has a number of incidents that have gone down in family history. Like the time when, aged about 7, he decided that, as children at school had been calling him weedy, he needed to do exercise, in his bedroom at night, and started weightlifting with the 5l can of paint that we had stashed right under the back of his bed (where we thought he wouldn't even see it, let alone reach it). This went fine, until the night he dropped the can, the lid popped off and 2.5l of emulsion spilled all over his carpet!

His habit, if he'd had a problem like this, was to sidle up to dh and whisper, 'Dad, there's a problem' - in the hopes that I wouldn't find out what he'd done - and this is what he did when he'd spilled the paint (and trodden it down the landing, on the brand new carpet). Sadly for him, I was wise to this ruse, and followed them upstairs to see what he'd done!

Luckily the carpet was old and manky, and we managed to scrape and wash all the paint out of it.

Or there was the time when dh went upstairs and smelled burning from ds3's room - and when he went in, there was a delicate pall of smoke drifting across the ceiling.

He asked ds3 what was burning, and ds3, wearing his most innocent (and therefore most suspicious) expression, said nothing was burning. Dh was not fooled by this, and investigated, only to find a scrunched up piece of paper, smouldering behind ds3's desk, right next to the curtains!

Ds3 had been experimenting, to find out what happens if you scrunch up a piece of paper and tuck it alongside the lit bulb of your bedside light - and when it caught fire, and he heard dh coming upstairs, he threw it behind his desk, and hoped not to get caught!

Hiding!
Sometimes I have no idea where she has burrowed herself!
Her new favourites are - under the bed and in a tiny gap between the wall and a tall ball cabinet

As a child, I put a load of snails in a pot in the greenhouse to keep them warm. They ate a lot of the plants like lettuce and my dad was far from impressed when I told him.

I drew on my white bedroom walls when I was a child. When I realised how much trouble I’d be in I used tippex to cover it up. Fortunately the walls were decorated in bobbly anaglypta wallpaper so the the tippex didn’t show too much - we moved house shortly afterwards so I was never found out

My little girl covered her hands and arms with my face cream last week - I’d only gone to the loo, I don’t know how she worked so fast. Luckily I only use Nivea and nothing really expensive!

my brother and I found our parents xmas present stash one year in a locked cupboard in their room..waited till they were out, picked the lock with some nail scissors and proceeded to open carefully the edge of all our gifts, took a peek and re wrapped them..and then did our very best to look surprised on xmas morning!

I used to make magic potions with my friends mums creams and lotions in the bathroom, her Mum was not impressed!

My DS was very trustworthy about not writing on walls etc. and one day he came and asked for the black permanent marker so I handed it over and carried on washing up. Several minutes later he arrived back in the kitchen announcing, "Look, Mummy, Batman." He had coloured in his arms and legs - and his face. It took a long time to fade despite daily washing but I did make a lot of friends in Sainsbury's while it was still visible.

My eldest daughter (aged 6 at the time), got hold of a bottle of talcum powder. She covered bother hers and her younger brothers bedroom in it. It was everywhere, in books, in the drawers, all over the clothes and even sprinkled in the beds. Took ages to clean it all up but at least the rooms smelt lovely afterward.

My son managed to poke a plastic drumstick into the vent of our tumble drier which caused it to smoke and rattle! I got such a shock that I quickly unplugged it and pushed it out the backdoor, where it toppled over and became dented. Once it had cooled, we found the drumstick but didn't want to take any chances reusing the tumble drier incase it caused a fire so we disposed of it at the skip! What a waste of money and all because of a plastic drumstick!

I put a paper clip in my ear when I was younger and then blamed it on my brother opps.

At christmas me and my brother used to unwrap christmas presents that was to us before xmas from under the tree and if there was chocolate we used to sit and eat them and wrap back up then act all shocked xmas day when we discovered they was already opened.

It's not micheavious but is funny .. at the age of 3 I was so bunny mad i loved Peter rabbit and will be taken both my children to see the film but anyway I refused to answer to my name and made everyone refer to me as Mrs betty rabbit for about a year according to my mum

my youngest thought she was a hairdresser so cut her own fringe

When ds1 was about 2 he smothered everything in our lounge in sudocrem all in the space of the 2 minutes I was signing for a parcel!
Ds2 was about 2 and in the ssummer we were in the garden, I needed the loo so took him in, put him in lounge in front of peppa pig, closed stair gate, went loo and came out to no ds, frantically searching and screaming his name little voice shouting "i'm lost mummy" little git had climbed Stair Gate, gone outside, climbed onto our garage roof, cambered onto next door's garage roof and dropped into their garden to play with their dog!!! Which was a rotweiller!!! And didn't know ds from adam. Dog was lovely and played catch with him. We then had the to go and ask the neighbours, who we didn't speak to cos they were nobheads, for our son back out their garden!
My db was about 3, in the early 80s, my mum's friend came for cuppa and asked why the upstairs Windows were whited out, thought mum had used windolene to clean them. When do went up my Bro bless him had got johnsons baby powder and shake n vac'd the bedroom!!!!!

Our mum planted a little willow tree on a green 'communal' patch near our old house.

Soon after my brother and I were playing on our bikes one day and upon discovering the tow rope in the garage decided to up the ante and tow each other. We didn't really think through the turning angle and when we realised we were almost opposite one another it was too late for the baby tree - snapped in two by the hefty rope.

We did what we had to do: not come clean and apologise, but cover our tracks! We sneakily used half a roll of sellotape to patch the tree back together.

Thankfully we moved soon after! Mum only found out as we joked about it years later...

Grew up with a mother who did apple picking for a living. Every school holidays we were in the orchards day in day out. I once did a poo in a corner of the field and left a note on it saying it was done by me. What a weird thing to do, even at age 8.

I pressed chewing gum into the top of my sister's hair, then made it right again by chopping it out. She looked like Mr Majeeka for months

I painted a doorframe in bright red lipstick when I was 4. Obviously it was only the bottom half as it was all i could reach. I swore to my mum I didn’t do it and that it was my brother. He was 3 months old at the time! Karma came and my eldest ‘coloured in’ the radiator in bright red crayon that melted because the radiator was on. It was still pink even after a good scrub.

i was 3 and left in charge of my baby brother about 3 months old while my mum went in to tescos on the way to play school leaving us outside. I ran in and grabbed a milky bar. I couldn't eat it fast enough and shoved some into baby brother. Mum came out and saw this creamy stuff all round his mouth and thought he was foaming at the mouth. I had to own up and was marched back and in to apologise and pay up!

Apparently I was a good girl when I was little 😉 but my older brother and sister used to put pepper on my dummy and when I was a little older they used to take my silver coins and swap them for a few coppers and tried to persuade me they were giving me more money as I had more coins!

When DD was 2, she found DH's passport and 'put it safely in a doll's pram with a teddy that likes holidays'.
We searched the house for weeks, applied for a new one in the end - then I found it one day. DD just laughed and said 'oh yes there it is'.

My DD decided it would be fun to empty a large box of rice crispies all over the kitchen floor and then jump up and down over them so they turned to dust....just as we were meant to be leaving for nursery.

It was many years before I was allowed to forget that I had dropped a small plastic toy into our gas fire, rendering it useless for anything but choking everyone in the room with toxic fumes. Ah memories...

When my 2 year old DS decided to rub Sudocream all over his face, hair and clothes like mummy did after the bath! I had to throw all his clothes away.