And now for something completely different (ie, a bit more lighthearted ;))
My 16 year old daughter is going to have trouble living this one down....
When she got here yesterday morning she told me that my car was all frozen up and went on to describe the patterns on the passenger window of her dad's car. "You know when it's all in those swirly patterns, kind of in lines?..... Is that where Jack Frost has touched it?"
Cue giggles from me :giggle:
Her: "What?! Is Jack Frost not real?!" :shock:
Bless her... do you reckon this is a good time to talk about Father Christmas and the tooth fairy :giggle:
and no before any smart arse comments i don't mean is she OUR blonde!!!
My 7 year old believes I'm a genius and tells everybody so.
He no longer believes that the bushy tailed rats with good PR that climb trees are called squiggles though.
Awww and my 9 year old believes I'm the best mum in the world :smug:
And I know someone who believed that touching egg shells gives you warts... she still won't touch them now and she's in her 50s :shock:
I believed the politicians when they said privatising the water board was a good thing :giggle:
We was going through our bank statement at the kitchen table with our 10year old daughter there.
there was a string of OD's at the end of each entry............
My daughter asks "does that that mean Oh Dear"..................we bust into laughter and yes you are right it is Oh Dear........
Now she's just brought a place of her own she's probally get her own od's now
I was one driving through a major storm with a guy in his 30's who turned the radio off because he believed it was more likely to attract a lightning strike if it was left on.
My cousin (7 years old) thinks im the world champion of everything...he'll soon learn!
I ( with hindsight cruelly) got my mum to believe I had won the lottery not long after it had started). I wrote down the winning numbers on a saturday night, then first thing sunday morning and I went and put those numbers on ( bet ya can see where this is going), went to my mothers told her i thought i had won and asked her to check the ticket........
Well of course she didn't look at the date..... she was running round the house like a chicken with its head cut off.........
ok I am going now
one of my earliest memories was the time i decided i was frightened of the dark......in the early hours i used to creep in my parents room and cuddle up next to my mum.....
my dad got a bit pissed off with this and told me 1 night that a troll lived on the landing....
for the next few years any noise outside the bedroom door and i literally wee'd the bed...
dad always was a bit lacking in basic childcare skills and didnt have much to do with us all till i could carry breeze blocks about and knock nails in.......about 5 years old i think .........
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cos hes heard that the people who get beemed up get interfeared with