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My young children are playing the Mario Brothers game together on their Gameboys (with the game-link).

Daughter just kicked son's butt, and he is not pleased. (Her taunting of him didn't help, of course.) Ahhh, siblings.

SO - of course it degenerated into a shouting match and my 5-year-old Sunday school boy (and paragon of virtue) just told his sister she had a stinky booty.

The gamelink is on the shelf for a little while, the kids are in their respective corners to calm down, and my hubby and I are looking at each other in mild disbelief.

Booty?

:eek:
 
sweetsubsarahh said:
My young children are playing the Mario Brothers game together on their Gameboys (with the game-link).

Daughter just kicked son's butt, and he is not pleased. (Her taunting of him didn't help, of course.) Ahhh, siblings.

SO - of course it degenerated into a shouting match and my 5-year-old Sunday school boy (and paragon of virtue) just told his sister she had a stinky booty.

The gamelink is on the shelf for a little while, the kids are in their respective corners to calm down, and my hubby and I are looking at each other in mild disbelief.

Booty?

:eek:

I can't help but laugh at this. Instant memories of my little brother coming home from school and calling our sister a butt-sniffer, come to mind. My mom was mortified and I had to leave the room for laughing so hard. Good luck with the rest of your weekend :D

-E
 
*Gasping and choking*

OK, this is even better than the chicken jokes. I know a lot of people have had to clean diet coke and other chilled beverages off the monitor and keyboard-

But anyone had to deal with hot coffee? ouch!

Reminds me so much of my own kids now and then, the things they say are a riot.

Sailor
 
speaking of booties

I am having offspring problems of my own. Gorgeous little cherub of two years, whose greatest ambition in life is to be nakey %100 of the time, is giving me fits. This is normally no big deal and we allow a naked-baby-run after bath and whatnot, but it seems she has discovered how to remove all clothing (diaper included) on her own.

So in the time it takes me to unload the dishwasher or fold a basket of laundry, the little tike has disrobed and is streaking through the house at breakneck speed. Naptimes especially suck as two hours without a diaper is typically too long...

Any hints on keeping clothes on the little snip, or ideas on when I can expect the 'full moon effect' to dissipate would be greatly appreciated.

I almost wish she'd come in and tell me I had a stinky booty :cool:

-E
 
*grin*

Yes, both of mine loved to take off their diapers and run naked through the house.

But hey - who doesn't? :D

I don't really remember how long that phase lasted but after awhile they did lose interest in taking off their diaper all of the time. Kind of like - OK, figured that out, on to something else!

(though I do recall my hubby wondering if we could train them to use the litter box . . .)

;)
 
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lucky-E-leven said:
I am having offspring problems of my own. Gorgeous little cherub of two years, whose greatest ambition in life is to be nakey %100 of the time, is giving me fits. This is normally no big deal and we allow a naked-baby-run after bath and whatnot, but it seems she has discovered how to remove all clothing (diaper included) on her own.

So in the time it takes me to unload the dishwasher or fold a basket of laundry, the little tike has disrobed and is streaking through the house at breakneck speed. Naptimes especially suck as two hours without a diaper is typically too long...

Any hints on keeping clothes on the little snip, or ideas on when I can expect the 'full moon effect' to dissipate would be greatly appreciated.

I almost wish she'd come in and tell me I had a stinky booty :cool:

-E

Duct tape :)

-Colly
 
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Colleen Thomas said:
Duct tape :)

-Colly

it is the cure for everything, is it not? i'm leaning more toward the litter box training at this point :D

-E
 
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lucky-E-leven said:
it is the cure for everything, is it not? i'm leaning more toward the litter box training at this point :D

-E

It's like the FORCE. It has a light side a dark side and it binds the world together. :)

(Also is a bitch to remove, thuse shoulkd do nicely in keeping diapers on:) )

-Colly
 
This is hilarious, esp. Colly's duct tape suggestion, that one made me choke :D .

My older son loved Babar so I made him a satin cape just like the king's, with puffed up black bits to look like ermine. He wore it night and day, everywhere, for at least a year (it was shredded and tattered near the end). Don't know what happened to it. Feel like making myself one now.

Perdita
 
perdita said:
This is hilarious, esp. Colly's duct tape suggestion, that one made me choke :D .

My older son loved Babar so I made him a satin cape just like the king's, with puffed up black bits to look like ermine. He wore it night and day, everywhere, for at least a year (it was shredded and tattered near the end). Don't know what happened to it. Feel like making myself one now.

Perdita

:D Babar...good stories:D

I had a set of wonder woman underoos with matching shirt and Mom made me a crown and boots (galoshes) to match Lynda Carter costume. The pictures are quite embarrassing now, but the memories are ones I cherish. Moms are good *sigh*

-E
 
lucky-E-leven said:
:D Babar...good stories:D

I had a set of wonder woman underoos with matching shirt and Mom made me a crown and boots (galoshes) to match Lynda Carter costume. The pictures are quite embarrassing now, but the memories are ones I cherish. Moms are good *sigh*

-E

I had those underoos!! I had no crown & boots though. :(

- Mindy, torn between nostalgia and envy
 
minsue said:
I had those underoos!! I had no crown & boots though. :(

- Mindy, torn between nostalgia and envy

might get in touch with perdita, see if she'd rather put together some boots and crown instead of cape :D

-E
 
I played princess with dress up clothes I thought were so glamorous. There was also a big box of jewelry filled with lots of sparkly and glittery things.

(Of course it was really a big box of junky costume jewelry and some of my mom's old dresses.)

My hubby says he had a superman cape his mom made for him and he wore it nonstop until it fell apart.

He said he felt invincible when he wore his cape and I think that's a pretty wonderful gift to give a kid.


Do you think maybe authors, poets, artists and the like hang onto some of that imagination as we age?

I sure hope so. There are so many wonderful thoughts and emotions wrapped up in those playtime memories!


:heart:
 
My grandmother made my father a spiffy superman cape. He donned it and immidiatly went out to the barn and jumped off, fully expecting to fly. Boke both his ankles :) (granny loved telling that story, I wonder why? :) )

Perhaps as a result neither my brothers nor myself had underoos oj super heros. Not that that stopped my brother from jumping off the house with a red towel he had paintes a big S on tied around his neck. He only broke one ankle :)

Amazing how we remember those episodes that are most embarassing at the time with the most pure joy years later :)

-Colly
 
LOL -

OK, now that reminds me of my cousin. When he was about six he was imitating Evel Kneivel (sp?).

He drove his tricycle off the flap of his dad's pick-up truck and landed right on his face.

No broken ankles but a couple dozen stitches in his chin!

(I'm glad my kids don't know about Evel Kneivel.)

:)
 
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Liar said:
ps. I don't think I've ever posted on this forum before. Hi all.
Hola, Liar, welcome from me. Cool site, thanks. Stick around ;)

Salud,

Perdita :rose:
 
Colleen Thomas said:
My grandmother made my father a spiffy superman cape. He donned it and immidiatly went out to the barn and jumped off, fully expecting to fly. Boke both his ankles :) (granny loved telling that story, I wonder why? :) )

Perhaps as a result neither my brothers nor myself had underoos oj super heros. Not that that stopped my brother from jumping off the house with a red towel he had paintes a big S on tied around his neck. He only broke one ankle :)

Amazing how we remember those episodes that are most embarassing at the time with the most pure joy years later :)

-Colly

Too bad for boys, about superman. Wonder woman couldn't fly, but she sure could jump! My sister and I used to leap over laundry baskets in imitation and bent the heck out of countless coat hangars mocking her 'bending steel' act in the promo of her t.v. show. Nothing too dangerous on either score.

All of our injuries came when we fell in love with Mary Lou Retton (olympic gymnast) and Dorothy Hamill (figure skater). We were these girls right down to the ever popular bowl haircut and our training fell way short of theirs. Injuries came quickly then, as did a healthy dose of common sense where sommersaulting and gravity were concerned:D I'm just glad my folks didn't have a video camera...ugh.

-E
 
When my nephew was 8 or so, his idea of a good time with his aunt was watching "Home Alone II" or was it IV, in his words "the funniest movie you've ever ever seen, I promise."

God it was awful. He narrated all of it, too. "Watch this part, Aunt Susan. The bad guy is hiding in the closet."

The moment that made it all worthwhile was when some slapstick bit was happening that involved a pile of underwear on the floor of a laundry room. The kid forgot he was watching with his aunt and not one of his little pals, and blurted out:

"Look at those GIANT TITS! {his face goes red} I mean that big bra..."
 
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Liar said:
Get creative. Here is some inspiration:
http://www.ducttapeguys.com/

#Liar

ps. I don't think I've ever posted on this forum before. Hi all.

Thank you, liar. Since we've all stocked up on duct tape and plastic sheeting to secure our homes from terrorists, this will come in handy.

Welcome. Normally, I'd offer a welcome lei, but there's no smiley for a lei, so here's an aloha banana.

:nana:
 
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perdita said:
Hola, Liar, welcome from me. Cool site, thanks. Stick around ;)

Salud,

Perdita :rose:
Oh I will. You seem like a good lot.


Back to topic: I have a kid brother who is 14 now When he was five, he once sat by the kitchen table drawing, well something, when our mother walked by, and made some friendly remark on the nice dog he had drawn.

He sighed, put down his crayons and looked at mom with the most indignated little glare you can imagine, and said:

"It's a motherfucking horse, mom."

He didn't get dessert that day.

#Liar



EDIT: I just lost my Virgininty tag to a post featuring my mom. Hello Freud. :rolleyes:
 
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I grew up reading Astrid Lindgren. My mum was Ok with my Pippi-period, which only ment that I'd braid my hair and slep with my feet on my pillow.
She was less thrilled when I read "Madicken", and got a pea stuck up my nose, and she threatened to throw the books out when she found me balancing on the roof top of my playhouse.
 
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