Me and mom (age 23). She once gave us kids weird meat stuff on a cracker and, after we'd eaten it, told us it was cat food. (It wasn't, it was potted meat she'd bought by mistake.) What kind of mom pulls cat food pranks on her kids? An awesome one.
HAHAHAHAHAHA I SO do things like that to my kids. One time we had moose roast buns, like beef dip. So I told the kids it was beef dip. They happily gobbled it up, and had seconds. After they were all done I told them we'd just eaten Bullwinkle. Hehehehe
Another time,when my son (who is my oldest) was 5 he hurt his eye. I knew it was superficial but he was carrying on like he'd lost a limb. I had him take his hand away from his eye and then I screamed OMG WHERE'S YOUR EYEBALL???? In hindsight it was probably not the wisest thing to do to a frightened child, but his reaction was funny as heck. I'm sure he laughs about this with his therapist now.
I could go on and on, but I won't bore you. The world ain't got nothing on me, I am sending my kids out into it pre-damaged so they are prepared for it!!!!!
Jenn, those are hilarious stories. You and my mom should be BFF! First time my foot fell asleep, I had a fit, my mom said, "Oh, if you can't feel your foot we have to cut it off." Me: AHHHHHH. Nice to know it's not just my mom!
A few recent adventures in my Mother Tongue: 1. My friend G. said, “I demanistrated him. Wait, what’s that word I mean? You know, make him less of a man?” It took us about five minutes to pull it out of the deep recesses of our English brains: emasculate. But ‘demanistrate’ is so poetic, is it not? And I think if you can defenestrate, you should also be able to demanistrate. (Okay, I know fenestrate and defenestrate are not actually opposites. But still. It sounds nice.) 2. T.’s parents were here from California this past week to visit him, and it was really fun to meet them! His dad and I were talking and he asked me, “How much longer have you been here than T.?” And my subconscious brain said “Say wha’? That’s a much more complicated grammar structure than I’m used to hearing!” And my tongue said, “A year ago.” Which is, of course, not the right answer. His dad had a brief, ‘Oh, so you’re a little bit slow, aren’t you?’ moment I’m sure. At least I recognized my mistake right away...
Back in San Antonio, my friend Stacey had asked me to pick her up from the airport. It was full summer, and for those of you who haven't been in San Antonio in the summertime, you know that expression 'hot as an oven'? Well, I like to say San Antonio summers are 'hot as downwind from an exhaust pipe.' (Which means when you actually are downwind from an exhaust pipe, things get really unpleasant.) It's quite common for there to be a temperature difference of 35-40 degrees between indoor and outdoor air during a San Antonio summer. True story: I had a small heater at my work desk and turned it on in the summer, not winter, because the air conditioning was on so high in our building I froze to death at my desk. So anyway, I go straight from the gym to the airport to pick up Stacey. It's 10 pm but still around 100 degrees outside. Inside, it's a balmy 60 or so. Gotta give those tourists a false sense of comfort! I'm pacing a bit in the baggage area wa...
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Another time,when my son (who is my oldest) was 5 he hurt his eye. I knew it was superficial but he was carrying on like he'd lost a limb. I had him take his hand away from his eye and then I screamed OMG WHERE'S YOUR EYEBALL???? In hindsight it was probably not the wisest thing to do to a frightened child, but his reaction was funny as heck. I'm sure he laughs about this with his therapist now.
I could go on and on, but I won't bore you. The world ain't got nothing on me, I am sending my kids out into it pre-damaged so they are prepared for it!!!!!