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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 StoryAlthough I was potty-trained, my parents didn't think I was wiping properly at age 3 so they asked that I seek their "final approval" before flushing. One day while I was on the toilet, my mom stepped outside and my brother and his friends came home. Ready to flush I cried out, "PLEASE CHECK MY TUSHIE!!!" for all the big kids to hear. My tushie never needed checking again.
My brother and I had hamsters growing up, but our favorite hamster finally died right before winter. Unfortunately the ground was too hard to dig her a grave so our parents decided to put her in a box in the downstairs freezer. That summer I was looking for ice cream and happened upon a box, opened it and found my very dead purple hamster. Terrified of dead things since.
As a young kid, I didn't really like pulling my own loose teeth out. My dad, a mechanic, would go to the basement, get his needle nosed pliers, cover them in vanilla ice cream, and yank my tooth out. It was never scary and I actually looked forward to it. Looking back, I'm not sure that was in any way safe (mentally or physically) or sanitary.
My Dad sucks. He created a game called 'Over The Hill' to help me with baseball practice. It went like this: he stood me on the top edge of a hill and fired baseballs @ me. If I didn't catch each w/ 2 hands, he'd throw the next one 'over the hill'. I had to run down the hill to get it, & back up to the ready position. Over & over & over. I almost died. I hate baseball
My Dad Was so proud of our riding lawn mower, he had us take our family christmas pictures with it. He also insisted on individual shots.
I had a bunkbed growing up, and Dad decided to remove the railing on the top bunk. I ended up spending two days in the hospital recovering from a severe skull fracture from falling off the top bunk one night while i was asleep. The doctor said that if it had been a half centimeter deeper I would've been dead.
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!)
My husband is one of 5 rural Kansas kids. His dad use to get drunk and hop on the riding lawn mower. He would mow the areas at the edge of the lawn he had allowed to grow up around the junk that had accumulated. The kids would all scatter and run for the house, because one time he hit a piece of junk and broke the blade off and sent it flying just missing one of them.
My bedroom was the closest to the kitchen. One night, I heard a burglar in the kitchen going through the drawers. He was loud. I thought he was going to come in my room & kill me. Then, I heard the back door slam shut & the sound of someone climbing over the fence. I got up to see what was stolen. Nothing was gone! My dad got up & yelled at me for not stopping the burglar.
My mom was allergic to most animals, so the only pets I had were three goldfish when I was 6. I loved them, so I fed them all the time, and ended up overfeeding them. Years later, I learned that my mom didn't have the heart to tell me I was killing the fish, so she would replace them! I noticed a spot on one of them once, and she said "You just saw it from the other side!"
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