giant deer. with giant racks of antlers. they’re scary. they’re as big as a volkswagen.
they’re extincy, but i’d be afraid of em if i were in the UK.
when in doubt, create peril
across the street from me was this huge fenced in park, part of church lands for this rectory. when i was a kid, that may as well have been the edge of the universe for me. my dad would threaten to throw (insert name of noisy toy) over the fence if i didn’t put it away.
dad and i still joke about that. now we threaten to throw mom over the fence.
I personally was never told about this, but I read about it on the board-tell the kids that “hoop snakes” are snakes that stick their tails in the mouths and then follow them everywhere like a wheel.
ha. that’s rather nice. you get the slithery badness of snakes…and the just-crazy-enough-to-be-plausible nature of the tail-in-mouth detail.
and then, when they get older and you tell them what they fell for, they try to deny it in front of their friends…very nice. i like this a lot.
this will go in the ledger in case i ever have kids.
now all we need is a wikipedia article to authenticate it. who wants to photoshop us a python?
You could wait until they are toddlers and they ( as inevitably shall happen ) spill a small cup of milk onto the floor. Tell them, " It’s no use crying over spilt milk, honey ! " and see what they do. I used to do that to mine all the time.
And just look at em both now- lactose intolerant !!!
You could tell the kids that the Library Policemen are real. :eek:
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My grandfather told me about hoop snakes and sky hooks, and snipes, and that for my whole life, people would try to convince me they aren’t real. He told me to just smile and be polite. They can’t help their ignorance.
Kids learn how to talk by listening to the people around them. So just talk wrong. Then one day in kindergarten, they’ll raise their hand and say, “Can I dogface mambo to the bananapatch?”
I am so guilty of this. The first time we had Thanksgiving on our own without the whole fam-damly I told my kids if they were really, really, really good they’ld get something special for desert.
Kept it up all day, then gave them the heart and liver of the turkey for desert. :eek: However, the joke was on me…they loved it, and ever after fought over who got the yucky guts of chickens and turkeys.
My other kiddie mind game did not turn out so well. Told them the story of ear whigs, pointing them out on the ground around Grand-mas pool. Thought for years they knew I was kidding. Turns out they took the whole eating your brain, laying egg thing as gospel, and were terrorized for years. :eek: :eek: I didn’t find out they believed the story until they were in high school.
OOOH, I can dig this challenge. The person many folks in the Northeast think of as Crazy Eddie was, in fact, Jerry Carroll.
The real Crazy Eddie was Eddia Antar. He, along with his father Sam, were groundbreakers in the bigtime electronics stores market. He did 7 years in prison starting in 1996 for conspiracy and racketeering.
I loved their stores. They were a blizzard of brand names and piles of gear everywhere.
