The Goodwin GamesALL-NEW MON 8:30/7:30c
Hell's KitchenALL-NEW THU 8/7c
MasterChefALL-NEW WED 8/7c
So You Think You Can DanceALL-NEW TUE 8/7c
BonesFRI 8/7c
Hell's KitchenALL-NEW THU 8/7c
Does Someone Have To GoALL-NEW THU 9/8c
MasterChefALL-NEW WED 8/7c
MasterChefALL-NEW WED 8/7c
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 StoryI put my daughter on a behavior-mod program involving a Ziploc bag full of dimes, then she went to school and told her first grade teacher all about her "dime bag". Needless to say, we had a little conference. (And I'm honest-to-goodness the mom who has never used an illegal drug in my entire life!)
My son age 6 threw his ball over the fence towards the front yard. He asked if he could go get it. I said sure and out he went. I was busy doing something and forgot to check the time and the next thing I know my next door neighbor called to tell me that my son was on my van sliding down the front of it like a slide. I am just grateful he did not do something worse.
I was about 8 years old. I had a sore throat. I told my mom that my throat hurt and felt real "sctatchy" like sandpaper. She took a Qtip and coated it with hand lotion and told me to open my mouth and proceded to coat my throat. I still tast the lotion everytime I think about it.
When I was in college my 4 year old daughter asked if she could please have a baby sister. I told her, "Sure, some day." I was a single parent. She visit all the neighbors on our block, many elderly couples, and told them her mom was going to have a baby! One neighbor complimented me on my fine figure "for a very pregnant young lady" and then spilled the beans...!
After my mom and dad divorced, my dad's brother married my mom. So, my uncle is my dad and my mom is my aunt, my sister is my cousin, and my brother is also my cousin. Furthermore, my cousin is my sister, now, and her brother is my brother instead of my cousin. I think my daughter is my niece and I am my own - well, I'm really not sure. Fortunately, Gramma is still Gramma.
I took my kids to Chuckee Cheeses. I set the 3 yr old loose in the sky tubes & kept the 2 yr old w/ me. I waited. And waited for her to slide down at the exit. Nothing. 20 mins ltr I'm panicked. I hand the 2 yr old to a stranger & go up in the tubes. I run the course & she's not there. Now I've lost 2 kids. When I slide down, both are w/ the stranger crying. I'm the worst.
of Raising Hope
