Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
Share a quick and funny story from your
childhood (or parenthood) that makes
you wonder just how you all survived.
Read other crazy family experiences and vote on your favorites below.
Submit Another StoryOne summer, my family was enjoying vanilla drumsticks. My father was double-handing a drumstick and a mug of coffee. He started telling us about his uninteresting day at work. It was blocked from my mind as a passing bird pooped into his mug of coffee. My dad thought that what had just collided at terminal velocity was ice cream and licked it off. Scream for ice cream!
We went camping every weekend as kids. Sitting around the campfire, my father would tell us that he was an alien and that the moon rising was a message that he needed to meet his spaceship. So he would get up and leave for awhile. When he returned he would say he had went to the store via spaceship and he would give us candy or toys.
My parents had a sense of humor. When my younger sister was born, they told her they had found her under a rock in the desert and they brought her home and she grew into the little girl she was now. When she went to kindergarten the teacher asked where each child had come from. My sister told her what my parents had said. Needless to say, the school requested a meeting.
Our dad's nickname is Homer. He was the super of the building (ironically). We loved watching him try to fix things for one reason...it was hilarious! Once, he was hammering and accidentally hammered his finger, screamed in agony, threw the hammer through the wall (making a huge hole), then proceeded to destroy every object around him in agony screaming, "COÑO!"
One summer, my friend and her mom were going camping with me and my mom. My mom got two speeding tickets on that trip ... by the same officer and in the same area.
We were at Wal-Mart & all wore big jackets. We took off those jackets & my dad put all of them in a ball. We thought the ball looked like a baby covered in a jacket & we named it "George". My dad jokingly made crying sounds, hit George & said "Stop crying! Stop crying, George!". Everyone looked at us, ready to call Child Support while we were laughing our butts off!
My mom went on a trip to Mexico and I was left with my dad and 15 year old brother. My brother and dad didn't know how to brush my hair or comb it, so I was screaming for my life. I have curly, frizzy brown hair so my dad put my brother's clothes on me, took me outside, washed my hair with the hose, and put dog conditioner in my hair. What a wonderful dad!
My mom thinks that whenever I watch YouTube, I am using a webcam, interacting with the video currently playing. So now she thinks I know a hamster on a piano, that I know a 400 pound booty dancer, and that my "friend" makes documentaries about honey badgers. When I try to tell her I don't know these people, she just says "stop making excuses for your weird friends."
When I was little, my mom used to make two types of fruit slushies: one mixed with a lot of vodka and the other plain for the kids. One Christmas, she took them out and served them to the kids and relatives. It wasn't until later that night that we realized
she had mixed up the vodka and regular slushies!
After school, my father would go to the local restaurant/bar to relax. We were 6 & 8. He really wasn't an alcoholic. We played in the parking lot and became pro pinball players. Regulars always bought us soda and snacks because we were so well-mannered. We never got to do our homework and then my parents would be shocked at our report cards. Really?!
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