oh dear, I'm laughing from all the stories of the things we got up to as children. My escapades:
At about two, I got in the habit of going around the house sticking bobby pins in the outlets. Until I got a shock that knocked me flat.
When very young, under four, I used to throw screaming temper tantrums, throwing myself onto the floor, screaming, kicking, beating my head against the floor. Until the day I missed the rug and got the concrete floor.
At about four I decided to stuff tissues up my nose and my mother had to get the tweezers and extract it. Unfortunately, I picked the night my parents were having a party.
At some point my mother left me alone in the car when she ran in somewhere for - literally - just a minute. When she came back I'd managed to release the parking brake and the car was rolling down the hill.
And one day we were driving along (this was back before seatbelts were unheard of and children's car seats not even dreamed of) and I managed to open the door. I was dragged for several feet - clinging to the door handle - before my mother got the car stopped.
And yet I lived! Neither accidents nor my mother killed me!
lawn jarts
Love this game! (Not the throwing them at people part...)
This is an actual song, you know. By Ed's Redeeming Qualities:
"She was pegged in the head with a lawn dart (lawn dart!) / Her dad didn't see her, that's the worst part...."
NUMFAR! DO THE DANCE OF NO MANAGERS COMING IN TODAY!
Oh, Toddson. You were a horror! Surely, your own poor mother paid enough for the rest of us.
At about two, I got in the habit of going around the house sticking bobby pins in the outlets. Until I got a shock that knocked me flat.
You know...there have been things I've stopped my kids from doing, because they're dangerous, and I've always said to Scott, if only I could know for certain that they'd just a little hurt--nothing serious, just enough to learn THAT'S BAD, I'd probably let them learn a lot more from the school of hard knocks.
You know, this wasn't that dangerous, but when I was 8 I had a bubble gum eraser. I had it with me at school and I sniffed it a lot. One day I Just. Could.Not.Resist and I Took a Big Bite. Bleeeeacch!
But I remember how hard I tried to control my impulse, and how I just HAD to bite it.
Also, I threw out my papa-san chair pad yesterday because it was so full of pee (cat pee, not mine). I hadn't really realized how much this cat peed "outside the box" until then.
I read words like "lawn dart" and right away am earwormed with Denis Leary's routine about kids being tougher in the '70s(?)
Love this game! (Not the throwing them at people part...)
When you're 6, throwing them at people is the most fun thing that comes to mind.
Up her own nose. Oops!
So her mother stuffed peas up her own nose? Fashion statement then, definitely.
I took our lawn darts to college, and we played fierce tournaments on the grass in front of the dorm. We were the honors dorm, so if anyone walked by and mocked us for our geeky ways, we'd whip a lawn dart at them.
