I’ve told my children the car won’t start unless their seat belts are buckled.
I used to be able to bestow magic kisses. They’d come out at night, whining that they couldn’t sleep, and I’d give them a magic kiss and send them scurrying off to bed and never hear another peep out of them.
Alas, now that their teenagers, my magic kisses seem to have lost their powers. Now when they come out, whining about not being able to sleep, I get a :rolleyes: at my offer of a magic kiss.
When I was young, my dad picked up a kitten and turned it upside down after I had asked if it was a boy or a girl. “What do you look at to tell?” I asked. “Ehm … the bottom of their feet.” I won’t tell you how old I was when I had the A-HA! moment on that one.
A couple of years ago, our dog had puppies, and my nephew came over to see them. “Which one is the boy?” he said, and I picked them up and jostled them around to figure it out. Of course, he wanted to know how I could tell. “Well,” says I, before I even thought about it, “you look at the bottom of their feet.”
His mom loved it, but the poor kid is going to spend way too much time holding baby animals upside down before he figures it out.
My godfather had false teeth, that he would push slightly out of his mouth. He told me I could push my teeth out too, I just had to push hard enough. I worked on that for months before I finally gave up.
I was told as a kid that if you watched really, really closely as the sun was setting over water that you might see sparks.