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Houston Man Accused Of Trying To Get Wrinkles Out Of Child With Iron

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Crime Stoppers and the Houston Police Department's need your help locating a man accused of causing injury to a child on the city’s southside.

Dylan Deval Johnson, 23, is wanted for Injury to a Child.

In a Crime Stoppers statement on Wednesday, police allege the crime happened back on Oct. 22, 2019.

“Johnson assaulted a child in Houston, Texas. During the investigation, it was revealed that the fugitive burned the bottom of the child’s feet and thigh while the child was in his care. The burns were consistent with the imprint of a clothing iron," stated Crime Stoppers

Johnson is described as a black male, approximately five feet, four inches tall and weighing 160 pounds with brown eyes and black hair.
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Police looking for Houston man accused of burning child with iron

Dylan Deval Johnson, 23, is wanted by the Houston Police Department and Houston Crime Stoppers.
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I also have an iron, mainly for sewing. It is also used to iron historical clothing reproductions. Now that I think about it, I can't remember the last time I ironed a modern garment, those I usually take from the dryer while damp, shake, and hang up, and they dry perfectly with no wrinkles.
 
Now I mostly use my iron when I'm sewing, but my mother had me ironing when I was in the 4th grade, so about 10-11. I wouldn't trust my nearly 14yo niece with an iron, she'd kill herself with it since she can't really keep her nose out of her phone all day long.:oops:

When I'd iron a shirt for Mr Cubby he'd say it was like wearing a nice warm hug all day long. Now you know why I married him. ;) :)
 
So joking aside-I taught at a Head Start one year and a little girl spilled juice all down her shirt. When she took her shirt off to change into a dry one it took everything I had to hold my composure. She had had a perfect imprint of an iron seared into her skin-steam holes and all. It wasn’t new and the scars were raised.
I immediately contacted children services and they said we’re already aware of the incident. Mom said it was an accident and the girl did it herself. Case closed.
 
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Alf said:
I doubt the veracity of Mom's statement. I have gotten the wrong side of a steam iron before, and you can bet your bottom dollar I didn't stay on it anywhere long enough to leave a scar.

--Al
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Well yeah, duh. Hope you didn’t think I bought that. I was disgusted that Children’s Services did, acting like, “Yeah, yeah we know all about that...she did it herself...byyyeee
 
caitierig said:
I was a crease nazi when I was still in the service. Those things could’ve chopped wood.
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It’s weird-and my mom is totally flabbergasted to this day how I turned out

I grew up in 2 parent household where everything was clean and had its place.
We had breakfast, lunch, and family dinner (literally weren’t allowed in kitchen in between bc there was no such thing as snacks) promptly at 6:00 every evening. After everyone had been excused (you had to ask) my sister and I were in charge of cleaning the kitchen, including the floor, spotless.
Our rooms were expected to be clean-none of this “it’s your room do as you like”, down to the drawers and closets. If it was a Saturday during the school year, you were guaranteed to be rudely awakened by your clothes and belongings being tossed around the room because they weren’t put away correctly.
After that-depending in the season-it was time to wash walls, woodwork, or windows. If it was nice out-time to weed!
Don’t get me wrong-it wasn’t like a Joan Crawford situation. My mom was always cleaning right along with us, and we played music and made fun of what a cleaning weirdo she was-guess my point is...

Who the fuck knows.

Fast forward 40 years...all her kids are slobs.
 
GoneWest said:
It’s weird-and my mom is totally flabbergasted to this day how I turned out

I grew up in 2 parent household where everything was clean and had its place.
We had breakfast, lunch, and family dinner (literally weren’t allowed in kitchen in between bc there was no such thing as snacks) promptly at 6:00 every evening. After everyone had been excused (you had to ask) my sister and I were in charge of cleaning the kitchen, including the floor, spotless.
Our rooms were expected to be clean-none of this “it’s your room do as you like”, down to the drawers and closets. If it was a Saturday during the school year, you were guaranteed to be rudely awakened by your clothes and belongings being tossed around the room because they weren’t put away correctly.
After that-depending in the season-it was time to wash walls, woodwork, or windows. If it was nice out-time to weed!
Don’t get me wrong-it wasn’t like a Joan Crawford situation. My mom was always cleaning right along with us, and we played music and made fun of what a cleaning weirdo she was-guess my point is...

Who the fuck knows.

Fast forward 40 years...all her kids are slobs.
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Me too! I’m more of an “organized chaos” type. I know where everything is, but no one knows how. We spent every weekend cleaning. Upstairs Saturday, downstairs Sunday. In all other ways I’m a cluttered mess, but when things should have creases, WATCH OUT!
 
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