Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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My 4-yr-old knew all the proper terms for things, so when we took his kitten to the vet, I told him Pi was going to be neutered. He asked what that was, so I told him the cat was going to get clipped. At the vet's, I put the crate on a stool by the check-in desk. My son proudly put his hand on it and said to the receptionist, this is Pi & he's here for his manicure.
My 4-year-old son and I were having a bad day. He said he wanted to find a "new, nice mommy." We were driving down the street and passed a female pedestrian; my son said, "I'll bet she's a nice mommy." I pulled the car over and told him to go find out. He said he didn't want to right then. Apparently he hasn't wanted to for the last 23 years; he's still here.
My husband scared our 4 yr. old son when, after he got bit by an Oscar fish on his finger, convinced him that he would turn into a fish. He said it would be okay because he could live in the bathtub. After crying for a minute, my son actually resigned himself to living in the bath tub and asked us to make sure we take care of him.
When I was 6, we drove to Six Flags. I saw a "Watch for Falling Rocks" sign. I asked my dad what it meant. He said Indian Chief was looking for his daughter Falling Rock so he put the signs all over. At 21, traveling with my husband to the Smokeys, I saw the sign and said, "I can't believe the chief looked way down here." My husband laughed. I was mad at my dad!
The first time my husband used a gas grill, I was in the house. I heard a large explosion in the back yard. My sister and I ran outside to find that the explosion had melted his eyelashes into clumps. He had no idea and had just started cooking. We fell on the deck, laughing! He was so mad because we couldn't tell him what was wrong. I had to cut his eyelashes off!
My husband, my children, and I live with my grandparents. They both have dementia. We try to give my grandparents the life they are used to, so we have chickens. I awoke a few days ago to screaming chickens. My grandfather had snuck two mother hens and their two chicks into the house in a cardboard box. They escaped. My grandmother woke up and gave chase.
When my brother and I were kids, my dad was very annoyed that birds flying south for the winter would pit stop in our backyard and poop on the deck. Fed up, he decided to shoot a bottle rocket up into the trees to scare them. My dad was dressed in a suit for work. He let the rocket go and got pooped on by at least 100 birds. My brother and I laughed until we cried.
My husband and I were watching TV and my 3 year old daughter came to us and kept sniffing. We asked her what she was doing and she replied, "Smelling cat food." What? She said, "I'm smelling cat food." We didn't see any, so he asked her where the cat food was. She pointed to face. She had shoved it up her nose! We had to suck it out with an aspirator!
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