Parents: Wonderful life Lessons
 

being a highly energetic spactic hyperactive child i was called "ding bat" by my parents as an endearing nick name.... un fortunatly i thought ding bat was my middle name until i was 6 and often told this to people.

I used to (okay, still do) run into corners of tables and walls, etc. I found out years later from my sisters that my Mom used to called me "Junebug" because of the way I would flit and bounce into things. She still thinks it's funny. Good thing I'm easygoing.

santa
 

my dad told me santa was from fiji. imagine the embrassment in kindergarten. the teacher asked the class where santa was from, my hand shot up, she picked me, i said fiji and was mortified. thanks dad.

you just reminded me...
 

When I was about three I asked where babies came from. My mom, trying to be honest, said, "Well, when a man and woman love each other very much, they hug each other very close, and he puts a seed there", pointing to her stomach, "and a baby grows, and comes out here," pointing to, you know, where babies come from. ;)
Well, I knew I really loved my dad and uncle and grandpa, and my parents had close friends who were men who I loved, and I hugged them all the time! So for a few months after, everytime I used the toilet, I checked for the baby. 'Cos I knew it would come out eventually...

My nieces told me that their baby sister was born after their mum ate a jelly-baby. Then she squeezed her out of her belly button.

I asked my dad, at some point, how old he was and he told me, "99 and a day". So of course I believed him. He's my dad. I was proud bcos my dad was older than everyone elses.

My nan used to send some of my cousins to the shops, asking them to get a "rubber hammer" or a "glass hammer" or "tartan paint"......what a character was she!

Hmmm.

When I was about 4 years old, I stepped in dogshit right before getting in the car.

I started crying and my mom asked what was the matter.

"I stepped in DOGSHIT" was my plaintive cry.

My mother was a bit shocked and started to reprimand me, and I'll never forget my father defending my outburst.

"But Honey, that's what it IS!" he insisted.

Yay, Dad! :D :D :D

<---was taught that sometimes, curse words are appropriate!

While I'm at it, I may as well tell you how I am scarring my own kids for life.

When my oldest daughter and neice asked me what sex was like, I told them.

I said that when a boy gets excited, his weenie hocks a loogie... and what really makes them happy is to hock that loogie on you. And that therefore, you want to make sure you really care about a guy and that he cares about you before you start fooling around... 'cause it's true!

I am actually very popular with the children in my life. :D

It's so fun trying to explain to children why swearing is bad! It's just a word

Isla! Are we allowed to say "Shit" here?? =-O

If I ever decide to start breeding, I always wonder if I should introduce my kids to the idea of Santa Claus. I'd feel like it's lying, and giving credit to a fictional character. You know?

santa isn't just a 'character', he teaches the spirit of giving, and how, at least for one night a year, everyone in the world is equal in someone's eyes. of course, that's assuming that you don't believe in god, and that he is watching you with love at all times.

when i found out, i wasn't really too upset, b/c i could still keep up the charade for my little brother. it was fun to watch him, every year, be so excited. if you take santa out of a childs life, by not introducing them to begin with, it's going to start destroying the last bit of imagination that this next generation has left. for god's sake, we need something. let them have santa. we're a world of cynics. let the kids grow up before the world is forced on them.


sorry, i totally just ranted there. nothing against you, allegro, it just makes me so mad that kids now have to grow up so fast, when something as simple as that can keep them innocent. k, i'm done. i swear. ^__^

Neko, I understand entirely! And I actually appreciate your perspective on this! ::hands Neko a flower::

Just that when I was told there wasn't really a Santa Claus, I thought, "Hmm... what else aren't they telling me.. ?"

I hope they keep the Santa spirit going, coz nothing could be better than my father dressing up as Santa every Christmas!:rolleyes:

^_^

In my house, Santa still visits as much for my parents as he ever did for the kids. My mother loves going out and finding a gift that we didn't ask for. It's also her chance to give us vitamins and things without nagging. My youngest sister is 15 :)