Oh, yeah, kids,
A couple years back, I ran a service call to a house out in the country. A wife with a cute little girl, about four or five, was there, and they had a receptacle in the master bedroom that worked intermittently.
No problem, and things went smoothly until the litle girl wanted to show me what her Dad just brought home. Since she was standing directly behind me as I knelt in front of the receptacle, I turned to see what she had, and ended up nose to muzzle with a 9mm Beretta pistol, and little Missy's fingers on the trigger! Luckily, it was a decocker type, and the safety/decocker was down in safe mode. I took it away from her, and drug her and the pistol to her mother who was intent on a soap in the family room. Her mother was apologetic, with one eye still on the soap...
Or, the service call with the six-year-old Einstein that knew how to plug the 30 amp fuse block back into the service panel, while I was working on the garage air compressor it fed. Twice. I took the fuse block with me after the first surprise. Turns out there was a spare block his father had that had 60's in it when he used the compressor a lot, so that he wouldn't blow so many 30's. Imagine that, plus that little Einstein knew about it.
Give me ankle-biting barky dogs anyday over bored and helpful kids...
[This message has been edited by Dallas (edited 06-11-2002).]