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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Recently, my sister (who is 23) asked me if baby kangaroos are called wombats. After I corrected her, I went to my mom's laughing hysterically. When I told her the story she just sat there looking blank and said "Aren't they?" This is the same sister who believes turn signals are just a courtesy. Oh, and my brother is convinced he win in a fight with a wolf (he's 28).
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!
The first day of kindergarten, the teacher kept calling "Jennette" during role call with the same last name. Finally, I answered but corrected her, saying "Jenny" was my name. After school, I went home and told my mom, appalled that the teacher had called me by the wrong name all day. Her response? "Oh, Jennette is your real name. We just always call you Jenny."
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?!
When I was six months old, my parents split up. When I was little, I would go to my dad's apartment every few weeks with my big brother. Once, when we were 4 and 6, my dad was supposed to be watching us. My mom called at about 12. She said to give him the phone. I said he's asleep. She asked how long he'd been asleep. 1-1/2 days. Crazier: he slept for another 1/2 a day!
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.
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..."
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