How many of you are familiar with Grossology? It’s a really neat series of books as well as a touring exhibit which may show up at a museum near you. It teaches kids to develop an enthusiasm for Science by focusing on the topics kids love most: Gross Stuff. It teaches kids things like:
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[li]You swallow about a quart of snot every day.[/li][li]Fresh urine is cleaner than poop, spit or the skin on your face because healthy pee is not home to bacteria.[/li][li]You make about one liter of saliva each day.[/li][li]The scientific name for nose picking is “rhinotillexomania”. [/li][li]Over 75% of household dust is made of human skin cells. [/li][/ul]
Point number one is that my friend’s kids (girls, ages 6 and 8) are in love with Grossology. They have all the books and they’ve seen the exhibit several times.
Point number two is that my friend is determined to raise her kids with a knowledge of what religion is and an understanding that everybody has different beliefs but that no one can claim to have all the answers for sure. She has shared with her daughters several books explaining the different religions of the world, she has taken the girls to religious ceremonies of different denominations, and encourages them to look inside themselves to develop their own beliefs. They are not allowed to join a church or any religious organization until they are 12 yrs old.
So, the other day she was reading to her daughters. They have a series of books called “Illustrated Classics” or something like that. One of the books in the series is a book of Bible stories. This is the one they were reading.
Mom reads to the children: “And God created Adam from dust.”
My niece, a 6 yr old, says: “Yeah, that’s like impossible since 75% of dust is human skin.”
Slightly off topic, when I asked my son WHY on Eath he had peed on a tree at school(much to his principal’s hysteria) he said because I needed to go and only babies peed in their pants. Can’t argue with that one!
Quibble. Rhinotillexomania is the extreme compulsion to pick one’s nose. The mere habit of picking ones nose is Rhinotillexia. The singular event of picking out of a nose would be Rhinelegia. I think. Or that may be picking a nose, as in choosing. In which case, consult your plastic surgeon.
Qadgop, these books are selling like hotcakes, and the exhibit has been quite popular. If they’re spreading misinformation you ought to step up and lay down some bad-ass letter-writing skills, show these posers what’s what.
I do thank you for expanding my own personal knowledge in the nose-picking arena. I can’t wait to use my new big words!
Was this after a Homecoming football game behind the bleachers? If so, I think I know this guy. Only it wasn’t the principal, it was a deputy sheriff. And he wasn’t too hysterical.
That’s nothing. In Tally, we had a local weatherman who had been laid off from the tv station, so he decided to run for county commissioner. (Or was it city council? I think it was county.) He was going door to door, campaigning and passing out “vote-for-me” leaflets when he decided he had to go, badly and right now. He was in someone’s backyard, went behind a bush and peed. Unfortunately, he didn’t scope out the area thoroughly because there was someone else who was home, happened to look out their window to find this weatherman-wannabe-county commissioner peeing in his yard !
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This was all over the news, the poor guy is a laughingstock throughout this fair city and no, he did not win his election. Pissed it away. (so to speak)
Hey, I produced the radio program where he came on and proved definitively why he was unqualified to be a politician! Before he came on, the voters might have given him the benefit of the bladder, but after what he had to say on that day, he was all done in the political arena. Good thing, too! What a maroon!
My nephew systematically eliminated the possibility of Santa Claus by himself when he was about 5. He pulled one of his loose baby teeth without telling his parents, and hid it under his pillow, suspecting that something was fishy about the whole “Tooth Fairy” thing. The next morning, he brought the bloody thing to the breakfast table and announced the results of his experiment. He concluded that:
The Tooth Fairy is not real,
That his parents were probably responsible for exchanging money for the tooth during the night, and
Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, etc. are probably the same approximate phenomenon.
My brother was absolutely stunned. I can only wonder if he’ll eventually reach a related decision about God.
When my son was five or six, we visited a relative who lives on an inland lake. This was the first time my son had been in any body of water other than a bathtub or swimming pool. When he announced, while waist-deep in the still waters, that he had to go pee, I told him about the beauty of lakes – you can pee in them.
A couple seconds later, everyone in shore was laughing hysterically. Unclear on the concept, my kid had waded back to shallower waters, dropped his suit around his ankles, and was calmly standing there generating a nice stream down to the water.
