Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
you wonder just how you all survived.
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My family was in a cooking section at a store. They had these little knives with loops to hold them. I was five at the time. I was swinging it around and cut my thumb. My Mom asked for a Band-Aid because I was bleeding but the manager would not give us one. My Mom took me into the bathroom and used some paper towels. Then we left the store. The end.
My great-grandpa divorced a woman and married her daughter and they had my grandpa and his brothers. My grandpa's brother married my grandma's sister and his other brother married my grandma's cousin. My cousin got one of my friends pregnant, and then my other cousin got that same friend's sister pregnant. Every generation, our family gets a little more messed up.
My Mom decided to throw a birthday party for my 11th birthday. She invited all the neighborhood kids & made a big cake. Somehow I got food poisoning before the cake was cut but my mom didn't want to stop the party. The kids proceeded to play & eat my cake while I lay in agony on the living room couch. Once the kids went home my mom gave me some Pepto & sent me to bed.
When I was in the 4th grade, I came home one day with an itchy bump on the side of my face. I showed it to my mom & she told me it was from drinking too much milk(??). Of course it turned out to be chicken pox & I missed school for a week & a half. My sister laughed at my pain daily until she caught it & had to miss the school's carnival day.
At mom's birthday at Olive Garden, my dad told our table about my mom's home surgery. She had a skin tag (white mole) that was bugging her, so she gave herself a local anesthetic (for an animal) and my dad sterilized his pocket knife and cut off. My sister then stitched her up with needle and thread. My uncle then said to me, "I see why you moved out..."
One morning, while getting ready for school, I was unable to find my shoes. I searched everywhere. I asked my brother & sister if they saw my shoes. Neither one had. I asked my mom and she said the last time she wore them she put them away. Finally, after searching I happen to spot them behind the couch (out of the corner of my eye I saw my mom smile). Call me neat freak.
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