Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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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.
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 middle son used to ask us if things were for kids or for humans. It took us the LONGEST time to realize that he didn't think kids were humans. "Is that for kids or for humans?" "It's for humans. Kids can't have it." "AWWWW MANN!" He's 6 now, but he firmly believed this until about 6 months ago... around the same time he stopped believing that we were stealing his nose.
When I was 7, my dad and I walked through the woods after an evening in the deer stand. He scared me by telling me that he had heard something nearby and convinced me to get up REAL close behind him. When I got close, he broke wind in my face. At 7, I was head-level with his rear end.
I woke up one morning and my then 4 yr. old daughter came out of the bathroom with a dress on and asked "Mommy, do I look beautiful"? Of course I said yes, and then I realized she cut all but the middle strip off her hair! Then I looked in the sink and saw white fluff... That's when the cat walked by and I saw that she had given her a hair cut too!!!
I 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!)
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.
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