Privacy's

I almost cried laughing

Shopping today with a four year old (no, not mine!)

In a VERY loud voice in a busy mall he points and says

"Mummy can I have some sweets, I have had a big poo today!"

I had to walk away I laughed so much, for the rest of the day i kept looking at him and grinning!
 
Love these stories

AA the snippets you posted made me teary eyed. I saved them :)

I don't have children yet but am very close to my best friend's little ones. I went to visit her for a week and they are three and a half and ten months and have so much energy they could light a small country! But they were running their Auntie Grace ragged!....I even began to silently wonder if at 36 I had the energy to raise kids at this point in my life.
Later on I was with their Mum in the kitchen making the kids' lunch and the oldest was sitting at the counter staring at me very intently. Then after a minute or so he said:
"Gracie?"....and I said "yes sweetheart?".....and he took a long sigh and said...."I just love you".....

My heart melted and I went and gave him a huge hug. His Mum winked at me and said..."see?....those are the moments that make the tantrums worth while."

Needless to say....forgot all about the exhaustion.

Gracie~
 
D (age 2) had gone across the street to the neighbors. K was washing the car, and he yelled. "D, get back over here." D just scowled at him and crossed his arms across his chest. So K started to count. "1!" D scowled and started waving his fists at K (like a boxer). I swear, if he could talk he'd have said "Bring it on, old man!" K managed to keep from laughing and said "2!" D just went over to the curb, sat down, crossed his arms over his chest and scowled ferociously. K said "3!" and went after D, who immediately got up, and tried to run over like that's what he was doing the whole time. So K told me about it that night, and I woke A I laughed so hard.
 
graceanne said:
D (age 2) had gone across the street to the neighbors. K was washing the car, and he yelled. "D, get back over here." D just scowled at him and crossed his arms across his chest. So K started to count. "1!" D scowled and started waving his fists at K (like a boxer). I swear, if he could talk he'd have said "Bring it on, old man!" K managed to keep from laughing and said "2!" D just went over to the curb, sat down, crossed his arms over his chest and scowled ferociously. K said "3!" and went after D, who immediately got up, and tried to run over like that's what he was doing the whole time. So K told me about it that night, and I woke A I laughed so hard.

Leave it to a two year old to bring a Dom down to size!!!

:D :catroar:
 
Neomagalie said:
One of my friends never lets her son in the bathroom when she changes her tampon. She would always say: mommy needs some privacy and close the door to the bathroom. A few weeks later we were talking with her landlord after and her 3 year old son was busy digging in her purse. When he started laughing and waving this tampon saying: Mommy mommy I found one of your privacy!

I laughed so hard, I am almost looking forward for my son to be old enough to embarass me.

I loved this!

:p :D
 
When I was 13 my youngest sister Chelsea was 3. Her nickname at the time was Chichi.

I was reading a book and watching her while she played in our backyard. An Indian family next door (next door ain't quite "next door" in Kenya) kept peacocks that would come into our backyard (a backyard ain't quite a "backyard" either) and eat our crops.

She stumbled towards one of the beautiful creatures curiously. At some point it got nervous and waved its feathers at her before taking sloppily to the air right over her head. She came clammering back to me with a terrified expression and clutching her tiny oversized toddler melon.

I ran towards her and scooped her up, "what happened sweetie?"

She huffed and puffed, and finally stuttered out "peacock eat chichi head!"




I miss her enough to make me want to cry telling that story. I wish I had someone to help me cry.
 
Neomagalie said:
One of my friends never lets her son in the bathroom when she changes her tampon. She would always say: mommy needs some privacy and close the door to the bathroom. A few weeks later we were talking with her landlord after and her 3 year old son was busy digging in her purse. When he started laughing and waving this tampon saying: Mommy mommy I found one of your privacy!

I laughed so hard, I am almost looking forward for my son to be old enough to embarass me.

You might regret those words one day...remember, he will take after YOU! He might be very good at it! (just like my son)
 
shy slave said:
Leave it to a two year old to bring a Dom down to size!!!

:D :catroar:

LOL Oh, he still got his butt smacked. When K counts, you don't want him to get to three. And with D, you really gotta be consistant. K even managed to keep from laughing till that night as he was telling me. After D was asleep.
 
Marquis said:
When I was 13 my youngest sister Chelsea was 3. Her nickname at the time was Chichi.

I was reading a book and watching her while she played in our backyard. An Indian family next door (next door ain't quite "next door" in Kenya) kept peacocks that would come into our backyard (a backyard ain't quite a "backyard" either) and eat our crops.

She stumbled towards one of the beautiful creatures curiously. At some point it got nervous and waved its feathers at her before taking sloppily to the air right over her head. She came clammering back to me with a terrified expression and clutching her tiny oversized toddler melon.

I ran towards her and scooped her up, "what happened sweetie?"

She huffed and puffed, and finally stuttered out "peacock eat chichi head!"




I miss her enough to make me want to cry telling that story. I wish I had someone to help me cry.
hmm? No elaboration? C'mon Marquis don't leave us in the dark here!
 
Marquis said:
When I was 13 my youngest sister Chelsea was 3. Her nickname at the time was Chichi.

I was reading a book and watching her while she played in our backyard. An Indian family next door (next door ain't quite "next door" in Kenya) kept peacocks that would come into our backyard (a backyard ain't quite a "backyard" either) and eat our crops.

She stumbled towards one of the beautiful creatures curiously. At some point it got nervous and waved its feathers at her before taking sloppily to the air right over her head. She came clammering back to me with a terrified expression and clutching her tiny oversized toddler melon.

I ran towards her and scooped her up, "what happened sweetie?"

She huffed and puffed, and finally stuttered out "peacock eat chichi head!"

That's a cute story. :)







I wish I were there right now to do that. Soon, I promise.
 
When my son was five i sent him in to clean his room. About ten minutes later, I came into the room and found him laying on the floor.

"What are you doing?" I yelled.

He quietly looked up at me and said, "I am practicing non-violent resistance."

I was laughing so hard, I had to leave the room.
 
Another story about the 17 year old Domme-in-training......;)

Oh dear, her poor father :rolleyes: has just broken up with his new girlfriend (it lasted about 3 months I think). He's been moping around bitching and whining about bloody women etc and the Junior Domme was getting so sick of it she told him the other morning "Dad! Be depressed on your own time!!" :D :nana:

I love my daughter!! :devil: :cool:
 
These are so great to hear, E who is 3 is in the throws of potty training. He will run down the hall to the bathroom and right before he slams the door he yells "I NEED PRIVACY!" He is also very in to the telling me "no" when I ask him to do anything. It does seem to be a knee jerk reaction with him because while he is saying no, he usually is doing what I told him to do.

We were all in the mall the other night getting new sneakers for A who is 5 and we were in the food court grabbing dinner. He finished first and decided he was ready to go play on all the stupid rides and games that they conveniently stash there to torture parents and make them spend money. When we told him that we weren't done eating yet and he would have to wait, he put his little hands on his hips and yelled "I can take care of myself!!" After threats of death and losing all his trains for a week, he decided not to run to the other end of the food court, but to go to the table next to us, sit down with his back to us and cross his arms and pout. I tried very hard not to laugh but the table next to us was absolutely in hysterics and the woman at that table actually tried to reason with him that he wasn't old enough to take care of himself.
 
Lorihw said:
These are so great to hear, E who is 3 is in the throws of potty training. He will run down the hall to the bathroom and right before he slams the door he yells "I NEED PRIVACY!" He is also very in to the telling me "no" when I ask him to do anything. It does seem to be a knee jerk reaction with him because while he is saying no, he usually is doing what I told him to do.

We were all in the mall the other night getting new sneakers for A who is 5 and we were in the food court grabbing dinner. He finished first and decided he was ready to go play on all the stupid rides and games that they conveniently stash there to torture parents and make them spend money. When we told him that we weren't done eating yet and he would have to wait, he put his little hands on his hips and yelled "I can take care of myself!!" After threats of death and losing all his trains for a week, he decided not to run to the other end of the food court, but to go to the table next to us, sit down with his back to us and cross his arms and pout. I tried very hard not to laugh but the table next to us was absolutely in hysterics and the woman at that table actually tried to reason with him that he wasn't old enough to take care of himself.



LOL That reminds me of when A (now 6, then 5) and I went to the mall. I stopped in clothing store, and A was getting bored. So she told me, "Mama, I'm gonna go over to the Disney store. I'll see you later."

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She was pretty pissed when I laughed at her, and told her if she left he store she'd wish she hadn't.
 
In asking me for a drink of milk, and me answering 'one second honey' my 4 year old son replies 'How many times do i have to ask you huh?'

Can't think where he got that from :rolleyes:
 
graceanne said:
LOL B is the only one of our kids who'll take K on. She gets in his face and says "No!". She normally gets in trouble, but even then she's defiant. Frankly B is a small, feminine version of K, so as far as I'm concerned, he's got it comming. LOL


Our kids are sometimes pay back for the hell we gave our parent *giggles*
 
LunarKitten said:
Our kids are sometimes pay back for the hell we gave our parent *giggles*

The very reason I intensely dread having kids.
 
Marquis said:
The very reason I intensely dread having kids.


*giggles* But it's more fun when they torture the other person more than they do you ;) :devil:

<--looking forward to kiddie stories instead of only having "hurmps" from the preteen.
 
My munchkin amazon soccer team played in a tourney last sunday and we had a really evil ref. He'd made one or two bad calls, but we've discussed how you handle a rotten ref. But one of the more excitable girl's did yell back at him. He threatened to go directly to a red card (which is not allowed, btw, in the Munchkin League). She turned around and said real quietly "You wouldn't be so tough without that black and white shirt." And then had the nerve to protest her yellow.

On one hand, I felt for her, cause he was being really unfair. On the other hand, we've discussed not antagonizing the refs.... I did file a protest about his unfair practice, but we had a parental diplomatic incident over this. The yellow card was totally above and beyond what she had done; but I agree that he couldn't let that pass unchallenged.
 
We were watching Disney's Beauty and the Beast and A said "I wouldn't marry a beast, I wanna man."

I barely restrained myself from laughing. :D
 
Lorihw said:
That is just hysterical!!

My 5 year old called me on my cell phone tonight (I was out with some friends to go to a movie) and said "Can we have a baby?" I was like "Um, excuse me, did your father put you up to that?" Then something was said about me not "putting out." Wonderful, he's going to go to preschool and repeat that...

LOL When I first got sick, K was pretty much in charge of A and B. (D wasn't born yet.) When I first started to get better I was better enough to be awake, but not better enough to even keep my eyes open. I would lay in bed and listen to the kids and all, and one of the first things I noticed was that K had taught A to scream "Stinky Butt!" at the top of her voice everytime someone farted.

I waited till the next time K was in our room to say, "You know she's gonna yell that in church, don't you?" K laughed his ass off, but the next time I heard A scream stinky butt, he told her that they weren't going to do that anymore. lol Gee, I wonder why?
 
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