💥 Boy Accidentally Smashes 3,500-Year-Old Bronze Jar At Museum

A 3,500-year-old jar has been accidentally smashed into pieces by a four-year-old boy.

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
New Jersey and Amanda jam Nation. This is every parent's
nightmare taking a child to a museum, and this particular
museum in Hafer in Israel doesn't have any glass in
front of the exhibits because they think there's a quote
special charm in showcasing archaeological fines quote without obstructions. So

(00:23):
here's this five year old boy. He sees a jar
and he thinks what's inside that? So he touches the jar.
The jar smashes. It's three and a half thousand years old.
The artifact dates back between to the Bronze Age between
twenty two hundred and fifteen hundred BC. It's not the

(00:44):
Bronze Age, is it anyway? Yes, it was really old.
It's old. Lucky he didn't break something new, So he's
smashed it. Mum's ladroe. He smashed it and I've seen
a picture of it. This big urn is big vase,
just smashed. The boy's father told the BBC that his
son only pulled the jar slightly because he was curious

(01:07):
about what was inside. Not his fault. He's curious in
a museum about what's inside. I'm opening up this crypt
to see if there's a psychophagist. But that's museums. I
got so much to deal with our kids, that got
those stupid stop oil flogs always coming in there trying
to make their point. Well, the dad said he was
in shock when he saw his son standing next to
the smash jar. But this is interesting. The museum said
they wouldn't be charging the family or hold any grudges.

(01:29):
They said, he's been invited back to the exhibition for
a special organized tour. Talk about rewarding brat behavior. What
the hell, what the hell? What the hell? You know, kids,
when you're a kid, you've probably done stuff like this.
My mum had these beautiful We didn't come from a
puncy family at all, but the one fancy things to

(01:51):
do before I just had a Remember I used to
do the bad parent confessional. It'd be the creepy priests.
You always were someone that would provide skua to that.
I'll just get you want to be the priest? Hello?
Shall I be doing my confession to you? Yes? Come in,
my child? How are you well? I'd like to confess.

(02:11):
Would you like a couple of father Yes? Please, I
would actually two lumps. Come on, don't say it so
soon anyway, anyway, I'm here to talk to you, and
you shut up. So Mum had inherited from her great

(02:33):
aunt who lived in America these beautiful candlestick holders. I
now have them at home and they are crystal with
bits hanging down. It was the most beautiful, exotic thing
I had ever seen. I don't know what's happened. Mum
went out one night, Mum and dad. Mum and Dad
went out and I was the little can The little

(02:54):
crystal bits were on little hawks that looked like they
were earrings to me. So I don't know what's happened,
but they I don't know. In the space of an hour,
they disappeared within our own home. But you tampered with them.
I tampered with them and lost them. How does that
even happen? How does that even happen? And I'm not
confessing to my mum because she knew. She searched the house.

(03:16):
They've never turned up. So she had some remade in
cheap kind of plastic, different sizes, And to my shame. Now,
every time I look at it, so you've still got them? Yeah,
I've got them. Every time I look at it, I
can see my folly. I think, why did I do it?
How did I lose them? What a rotten kid? Well,
I can see your folly now, Oh God,