Years ago, my aunt's boss had a minor accident in which just tapped the bumper of the car in front of him. He got out of the car to go up and talk to driver, and found that the driver had been holding a baby between her and the steering wheel and the baby was dead. According to my aunt, he never got over it.

Oh my word (and so not his fault, but I can totally understand his reaction, there's not enough oh-my-word in the world for this).

A friend's four year-old has figured that out, too. I'm just hoping Owen never gets around to it. He seems to actually like the seat belts (thanks to Little Einsteins and their "fasten your seatbelts" schtick). ::crosses fingers::

I didn't let my kids fasten their own seatbelts until they were a certain age, because I was terrified of this. In fact, I'm still buckling in Chris, because he uses a booster, and the [thing the seatbelt plugs into] kind of falls below the booster rim, so he can't get to it.

The unfastening was never a big deal with them. They may have each tried it once, and I then made it crystal clear that it was dangerous-bad-scary-for-me.

They're little Seatbelt police, now. We can't pull the car five feet ahead in the driveway, without a stern reminder. They're also anti-smoking police, anti-alcohol police, and Chris has recently joined the anti-junkfood police force (for us; they're not crazy).

It's like living with the Young Republicans.

They're little Seatbelt police, now. We can't pull the car five feet ahead in the driveway, without a stern reminder. They're also anti-smoking police, anti-alcohol police, and Chris has recently joined the anti-junkfood police force (for us; they're not crazy).

It's like living with the Young Republicans.

This makes me laugh because that's exactly how I was as a kid. I think my mother often feared that she'd created a monster.

but the story says that the skull fracture happened with the nanny, Brit and K-Fed were in Spain or somerthing.

Oh totally, I don't blame for directly hurting the baby, but, strongly opinionated and judgemental bitch that I am - they (well, she) has money - why didn't they have that baby in Dallas with them?

grr, I hate being part time for school. I don't know anything about anything.

ION, I cleaned and dusted our bedroom. I'm now exhausted. But I'd like to do laundry and dusting of the stairs and hallway.

My house is COVERED in like 2 inches of dust.

Anyone remove salt from the table?

In eighth grade, while I was in home ec, I removed all the salt shakers from the table/house. I insisted that the amount of salt I put in the food was enough, and people would just have to live with that.

Boy, were my parents glad when I gave up the policehood. And, boy do they give me a hard time when they watch me put salt on my popcorn at the movies.

I was a total seatbelt cop -- I think my dad must've been worried that I'd fuss about having to wear one (umm, it was 1975, we didn't know any better), so he tied instituting a seatbelt rule to our getting a new car. About a week later, I was saying to his boss, "To ride in THIS car, you always have to wear your seatbelt!"

This makes me laugh because that's exactly how I was as a kid. I think my mother often feared that she'd created a monster.

Hee! The worst was when Ben had drug education in first grade. They did anti-cigarette smoking education one day, and then anti-marijuana education the next. Regardless of anyone's opinion on what ought to be legal or not, cigarettes are legal and marijuana isn't. But to a first grader, since they're both smoking materials, they must both make mommy high, and "crazy".

Mommy smokes the legal, ordinary tobacco cigarettes, but because of the way the class was structured Ben got the two confused, and fearfully reported to the class that mommy smoked on the anti-marijuana day, and came home terribly afraid I'd end up in prison.

Sympathy on roomie issues. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when I got a studio and lived by myself. I'd been through the ones who didn't do their dishes, the one who cut up tomatoes on the counter and left me the mess, the one who ate all my peanut butter, the one who used my bath towel. I grew tired of being the only person who bought toilet paper and took to hiding a personal stash in my room. They limped along for awhile with stolen paper napkins from McDonald's, but eventually caved and bought some freaking TP.

I remember when my Dad bought a new car in 1964, the most important thing in the world to me was that it had seat belts in the back for us kids. I can hardly believe those used to be optional.

This makes me laugh because that's exactly how I was as a kid. I think my mother often feared that she'd created a monster.

t looks sidelong at kwistin

aaaaaanyway...

One of my friends went Super Crazy Religious on us as children. When she was about ten she gave us lectures for swearing and sang extra loud in church and wanted to know why Presbyterians didn't speak in tongues.

She got over it.

why didn't they have that baby in Dallas with them?

TOTALLY!!!! Hell, they could even have brought the nanny along. It's also a wee bit horrifying that the baby was taken to the ER 6 days after it happened. Good lord. Poor little guy.