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 mom was babysitting a large group of neighborhood kids one afternoon, all of which were around my age (I think I was about 6). I decided we should play barbershop and then proceeded to cut off everyone's hair except my own. Once my mom saw the bad haircuts she thought it best to hack off mine as well, thinking the other parents would be less mad.
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.
On a road trip with my uncle and my newly-divorced mom, my uncle thought passing gas was funny so he did it A LOT. It was awful so I complained loudly. Fart, complain, fart, complain, fart, complain. Finally my mom had enough and pulled onto the shoulder of the busy freeway, made us get out, and she drove away. She drove quite a while before coming back to get us.
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.
My cousin got a raisin stuck up his nose at a family get-together. Those things absorb water and triple in size when they're in the nostril. It was like childbirth watching it emerge. After some Lamaze breathing and a lot of coaching, it finally made its way back down the nasal canal. We christened it Ray.
During kindergarten show and tell, nobody was paying attention to me and my stuffed animal. I told everyone that my parents were getting divorced, which was a lie. I went on to explain that it was because my dad beat up my mom, followed by some even bigger lies. I was retelling the plot from a TV movie. My concerned teacher called the police who contacted my parents.
My two older sisters decided they wanted to play cowboys and cows. As the youngest and smallest, I was the cow. They wrestled me down and then my older sister proceeded to the fire place and withdrew the fire poker. I struggled to get away when I saw the red hot poker coming at me. Thank goodness our mother walked in and saved me! To this day, I have no tattoos.
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