Posted on 10/26/2014 5:58:54 PM PDT by goodwithagun
The night before Easter we put the boys to bed, went to the kitchen, closed the door, and started assembling Easter baskets with help from my husband's mother and brother.
We were all talking and joking while working on it and I guess we got a little loud. All of a sudden the door opened and our 4 year old was standing there with his hands on his hips. He said "Does this mean Santa Claus isn't real either?" He stood there looking at us in disgust for a minute and then stormed back to bed.
LOLOLOL
My two daughters were pretty old when they figured out that the Easter Bunny wasn’t real.
The one, after a minute of thought said, “Does that mean Santa Claus isn’t real?”
Without skipping a beat I said “You think mom & I would buy you all that stuff on Christmas!?”
With a big smile on her face she said “No way!”
He was a good big brother though because he kept our secret from his little brother for several years.
30 years ago, when my son was about 8, without my knowledge, he took my vintage Girl Scout pocket knife to show his friends. He had no idea it was against the rules, and he was NOT threatening any one with it - he just thought it was a cool knife, and decided to show his friends during lunch.
Of course, a lunch room monitor caught him with the knife, and he was taken to the principal’s office. I soon got a phone call asking me to come to the school immediately, and was informed that my son would have to be written up for bringing a weapon to school, even though he had no bad intentions.
I called my husband to meet me there and he got there later after the principal had talked to me. My youngest daughter was 3 and by my side listening to the serious discussion. When my husband walked in, she yelled out to daddy, “He brought a GIRL SCOUT WEAPON to school!”
My daughter was 2 years old and just had tubes put in her ears. Two days after surgery I sit her down for lunch and made her a cheese sandwich. I reached into the fridge to get the milk and when I turn back, she is shoving a piece of cheese into her ear. I call her doc and explain the story to his nurse who bursts out laughing. A 20 minute drive to the office and a 2 minute procedure to remove said cheese and all is well. Today she is 14 years old and I still call her cheese head.
When my granddaughter was 4 she offered me a cookie. I told her no thank you I'm dieting right now. She said "Because you're fluffy?"
When my daughter was about four, she hounded me for a pair of those little socks with pink balls at the heel. I refused. Naturally, the next time she spent some time with Grandma she came home with a pair. Good ole Grandma.
She proceeded to wear those socks night and day, I couldn’t get them off of her and didn’t think it important enough to insist. After five days, they were hideously filthy. On night five, as I put her to bed, I suggested it was time we washed the socks and that we should take them off before bed this time but we would just put them right on the floor at the side of the bed and in the morning we would wash them. She finally accepted my logic, we put them on the floor beside her bed, had her prayers, and I left the room.
When I checked on her later, I found her sound asleep with those disgusting filthy things clutched in her precious little hands tucked under her cheek.
LOL! Does she remember why she wanted cheese in her ears?
When my son was 12, and my daughter was 6, they went to ‘after care’, located on the school campus. They would spend 90 minutes doing homework, and then, it was playtime.
I had an arduous commute, through tough traffic, and by the time I got there, all I wanted to do was scoop them up, and take them home. My daughter was pretty good, but my son would delay, delay, delay, and drag out our departure, for seemingly ever. I tried to reason with him, I tried explaining how much I just wanted to get home, to no avail. Finally I told him, “If you don’t get ready to leave here within three minutes of my arrival, you will regret it”.
Still, no luck. A few days later, it was the day the Firefighters visited school. I gathered up my daughter’s belongings, including a newly made “Fireman’s helmet”, made out of construction paper. I seized the moment, put it on my head, and ran around the playground, making siren noises. The kids looked at me, like I was nuts. “Whee, Whee, Whee! I’m Tim’s Dad, and when I grow up, I want to be a Fireman. Whee, whee, whee!”.
Starting the next day, Tim would be standing next to the car, before I even shut off the engine :)
There is a many mile long garage sale twice a year near us. As we left one place, I instructed the kids to use the porta-potty and each one went in for a period of time.
We went to the next place (a church) and there was a bounce house which they of course had to play in.
Two minutes in, and maybe seven from the time we left the porta-potties, the youngest announces he needs to potty “real bad.”
In the ten seconds I was looking around for another bathroom he drops trou and takes a dump in the church yard, about 30 feet from a state highway which had cars bumper to bumper and barely moving as far as the eye could see.
Four months later and still no new teeth were showing. It was Christmastime so we told her to tell the Santa she wanted her two front teeth for Christmas. The next morning, both teeth were halfway in already! We still shake our heads at that Christmas miracle.
When I asked her years later she said “It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.”
This is the same kid who a year later shoved a red M&M up her nose and then cried she had a bloody nose. This kid is the #1 reason why I had grey hair before I was 35.
Hubby told his nephew that if he closed his eyes, he’d be invisible. He believed it for years.
When my daughter was around 3, I picked her up from day care. (I know a different rant but I learned and she didn’t spend too much time there.) Anyway the day care director was in stitches. She said my daughter and one of her friends were playing in the dirt with sticks getting dirty. The other girl’s mom was a neat freak and always dressed her daughter in ‘fancy’ clothes. The mother would chew out the day care for letting her daughter get dirty.
So the director went up to my daughter and her friend and asked if they wouldn’t like to play with something so they wouldn’t get their clothes dirty. My angel looked up sweetly and said “We have a washing machine at home.”
I laughed so hard I could hardly breathe. She was right because I always told her anytime she got concerned about getting things dirty “Don’t worry about it. We have a washing machine at home.” Still makes me laugh
My wife was shopping at the grocery store with my son who was about 3 at the time. He was a few feet in front of my wife and he went around the corner only to come running back around the corner screaming at the top of his lungs: Bad guys! Bad guys! When my wife came around the corner, there were a couple of Muslim women with full burkas.
Pull my finger!
Now thats funny.
LoL! I know what I’m getting her for Christmas, BWHAAAA
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