When the cat is away...the boy will play. Do you ever bust your kids, pets, significant other? Share your stories here. Yesterday, my 10 year old son thought I went down the street to pick up my older son. I was in the garage. I came in and heard a strange noise upstairs. Like a motor running. I called for my son and then figured maybe he had the jacuzzi on in my bedroom- a no-no without asking. So I go to my bedroom and there he is, in his boxers, on the treadmill. Well sort of. I wasn't too happy but it is a little funny. Those are Nascar Hotwheels with scotch tape. Notice the wreckage at the back of the treadmill.