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Damn little ankle biters…
Last night, Little Gaffer #1 strolled out of the bathroom (without pants of course), took my hand, looked up at me and said:
“Come look Dad, my poop looks like a shrimp.”
When I came home from the store last weekend, Little Gaffer #2 was pretending to mow the lawn with his little bubble mower.
He was wearing knee-high spiderman socks and a yellow hard hat. Period.
My 5 YO daughter was obsessed with putting her finger in the cat’s butt.
Oddly enough the cat really didn’t seem to mind.
But I’ve already posted here…
I sure hope you had a camera!! That’s the kind of photo you save to share with future girlfriends and grandkids. Cracked me up!
Does any other child give every inanimate object a personality?
When the crayons come out we don’t color. The crayons commence with an epic drama. The blocks have extended families. Her toes and fingers have had interactions lasting more than an hour in the back seat of the car. A group of rocks taken out of the flower bed become the cast of an intricate story line consisting numerous rescues, betrayals, disasters, loves, chases, etc.
Naked with pants on their heads? That’s kid’s stuff.
Well, sometimes I throw the comedy dice and I come up… craps.
It seemed funny at the time. 
you guys are amatures. i’m the mother of a pair of 30 year old twins. never a dull moment. They would stand a the toilet together and pee on each other - or giggle at the noise that their pee made when it hit the shower curtain. then there was the day one of them was in the back yard with his training pants around hi ankles and his uh huh poked into the muzzle end of a toy rifle. i about choked - yeah, your kids are normal - i’m just not sure about mine.
I sense a soap opera star in the making. Or should that be :eek:
The problem with kids today is they are too young! But seriously you guys, I don’t have any kids but I’m thinking of all the weird things I used to do when I was a kid and most of this stuff seems pretty tame. Like for instance, one day I was over my aunt’s house and I took a crap in her bathtub for no particular reason. The best part about that one was she blamed it on my older cousin so no one ever knew I did it until now. Hehe
Older Elvis-spawn, when she was 4 or 5, used to want to morph into every animal. When she saw a particularly intriguing dog, instead of saying “Daddy, I want that dog,” she would say “Daddy, I want to BE that dog.” She would then proceed to do nothing but bark for several hours, despite any and all pleas to please form actual english words.
Younger Elvis-spawn latched onto an old Homer Simpson doll as a transitional object at the age of 1 or so. She carried it everywhere, but could not yet say “Homer”. It always came out “Homo”! One day, the pediatrician had to administer some kid of shot, and there we were, in the crowded doctors office and she was in tears screaming “I want Homo! I want Homo!” I fully expected the child welfare people to come knocking after that one…
Yup. My daughter used to play with a bowl of rocks. Yes, a bowl of decorative rocks that used to sit on the coffee table. She’d play out these elaborate storylines with them in the middle of the kitchen floor. Great for her blossoming imagination but terrible for my unsuspecting feet afterward when they came across a stray rock.
This is the same daughter of mine that once took a huge 32 ounce cup, filled it to the brim with water and dumped it over her head in the middle of the kitchen just because she thought it would be “funny”. Her defintion of funny is vastly different from mine, apparently.
Not to be outdone by his sister, my soon-to-be three year-old son has discovered a new favorite pasttime lately. Putting anything and everything into his bellybutton. Give him an M & M–it goes straight into the bellybutton. Offer him a toy and he pulls up his shirt so you can put it in his bellybutton. Nothing is played with or eaten unless it first passes bellybutton inspection.
Of course, they both get it honest I suppose. I was a weird kid too.
Well, when my son was about three, he stepped out of the bathroom naked, except for one of his older sister’s halloween witch nails stuck on his…errr… little man and said “boo”!
I couldn’t even help him get it off, I was laughing too hard. NOT a good role model.
So, no, you’re not alone. 
The neat thing about this is that it’s a guaranteed “sulk” buster.
Just say “fart” or “dog poop” to any boy of a certain age, he’ll crack-up laughing, sulk is gone and peace is restored.
I have the opposite- my daughter’s the high pitched screeming 3 year old, my son is the 6 year old kindergartener!
Happy early b’day to your daughter:) !
That’s OK - I’ll still respect you in the morning…
:D:D:D:D
I have a few pictures that will be trotted out at the right moment - like the newspapers on significant birthdays.
No, not the bare baby on the rug, those are too, too commonplace.
The youngster in Daddy’s wrestling singlet, with the straps pulled up over his ears because it’s too big, staring crosseyed at the camera with his tongue hanging out, now THAT’S suitable for publication.
Or possibly the one where he and his cousins were having a macho/macha contest, seeing how many clothespins they could stick to their faces.
And then there’s his brother, caught mid-moon. Also caught sitting on the toilet.
I love my digital camera.
My children are growing less fond of it by the day.
ROTFLMAO*
This is too funny.
Reminds me of when I was in Jr High/early HS and babysat for my mom’s pastor’s kids.This pastor was not only on the verge of wierdness himself but his kids were LOADED with it,probably from their semi-hippie father,vegetarian Earth-loving,PETA-supporting mother but also from the fact that at any one time their house contained at least 6 dogs,6-10 cats,lizards,birds a nd enough sheep to be considered a farm.When the oldest one,Joshua,was 3,he liked to pretend to shoot people.Didn’t matter who it was.He’d grab a toy gun and go “BANG!” and expect people to fall down dead.Our favorite schtick back then was him shooting me and me falling down dead while pretending to have massive spasms.He would crack up over it and end up rolling on the floor laughing. His sister Mary,OTOH,was(and still is)a transvestite in training.She refuses to wear girl clothes. All she wants to wear is Josh’s outgrown jeans,etc.
Wierd,I tell ya.
But not as wierd as the stuff we did when I was growing up.My sister and I would put on old reruns of SNL on Nick@Nite and then spin around until we literally got sick. Or we’d invent games like “Guess whose spit this is?”.
I know when I have kids (if ever)they’ll be LOADED with it too,thanks to their father.
IDBB
When our son was about 18 months old, we were at a sort of petting zoo. Goats, mostly.
So he’s standing there with a goat in front of him when he decides the next logical thing to do is…lick the goat. Oh. My. God. :eek:
As parents you tend to worry about germs, but you know, when they’ve licked a goat the damage is pretty much done, so there’s a strange sense of calm.
That was me. I could turn anything into a doll. Now, my actual dolls were my favorite toys, but I never played baby or house or did their hair. Instead, my dolls and I would escape from the Nazis.
I was babysitting a friend’s children. Her four-year-old son was in the kitchen, putzing around, in full sight of me. I smelled smoke and headed in, just in time to see a pair of pink satin Barbie capri pants pop out of the toaster.
He looked up. happily. “They’re done!”
LOL CCY.
I was at the State Fair last year and for fun we decided to go to the petting zoo because they had a giraffe and a zebra. Anyway…there is a family with an older girl who’s maybe 9 and her brother who’s like 3 or 4. They are having a grand time petting the goats,llamas,etc. When the ostrich reaches over and steals the little boy’s cup he cries because now he doesn’t have any more food for the other animals. Sister comes up and boy is she brave(if not nuts completely).SHe gets very close to the ostrich pen and the ostrich eyes her(or maybe it was the cup of food in her hand).She proceeds to tell the ostrich off in some rude tones a nd then she picks up a very small rock(which must have seemed huge to her)and HURLS it at the ostriche,who dodges and still manages to steal her cup of chow.
IDBB