Part of the problem may be that some of the best stories about young children cannot be told in polite company, and should not be told in impolite company.
Neat! I had to get my head stitched for falling on the corner of my grandma’s truck bumper at age 3. My schoolmates called me Harry Potter (after it came out years later) for quite a while…and I’m a girl! = P
My brother was dizzy one night some years ago, not related to the sandbox one as this was late one night. He cut the middle of his forehead on a bedpost and had to get stitches. Yes, there was blood on the hardwood floor. The doctor removed the stitches too soon and the scar is still there.
We later got rid of the bunk beds, but it was due to something else.
While running around naked is sort of a universal trait, I think there are some exceptions when they become notable achievements. Like the time my sister got on a trike, stark naked, and made it a quarter mile from home before my parents realized what she was doing.
Yeah, at three months old he rolled over from his back onto his belly all by himself, then he started doing push ups … the kind where you clap in the middle
No, I’m pretty sure that was after he un-froze the sun and stopped the alien invasion.
Part of the problem may be that some of the best stories about young children cannot be told in polite company, and should not be told in impolite company.
Ever notice how EVERYONE’S child is “really advanced for his/her age”? So…they’re really just average…like most everyone else.
Except my kids.
Brother played in the sandbox naked, doesn’t do that now.
I cut my leg on a heater, while walking naked on the back of the couch. Yep, had to get stitches. Still have the scar today.
Neat! I had to get my head stitched for falling on the corner of my grandma’s truck bumper at age 3. My schoolmates called me Harry Potter (after it came out years later) for quite a while…and I’m a girl! = P
My brother was dizzy one night some years ago, not related to the sandbox one as this was late one night. He cut the middle of his forehead on a bedpost and had to get stitches. Yes, there was blood on the hardwood floor. The doctor removed the stitches too soon and the scar is still there.
We later got rid of the bunk beds, but it was due to something else.
There’s no “after” in time travel.
There is in one’s personal timeline, and in the world’s timeline. You just have to elaborate which one you mean.
Chronologically, it would HAVE to be after he punched Gandhi.
Babies. Ugh. Don’t tell ME about your kid unless it turns out a 6-armed albino with freakish super powers or something.
Also, what age does it stop being “cute” to hate wearing clothes?
Well for males about age 5 – females somewhere around 40
at some point in the initial hit of double digits it’s less cute and more in the range of “holy crap” then slips in to “well hello there wink wink.”
Why did he punch Gandhi?
Because he’s a mean drunk.
The baby’s a mean drunk, or Gandhi’s a mean drunk? Or both.
Both.
Definitely both.
Babies look like tiny drunks to me, with their swollen jowls.
While running around naked is sort of a universal trait, I think there are some exceptions when they become notable achievements. Like the time my sister got on a trike, stark naked, and made it a quarter mile from home before my parents realized what she was doing.
Personally I think the seizures should have been in response to Sarah Palin rather than Katie Couric.
Some of them make damn good philosophers —
http://knowyourmeme.com/photos/337862-drunk-baby–2
That’s notable.
Yeah, at three months old he rolled over from his back onto his belly all by himself, then he started doing push ups … the kind where you clap in the middle
Mu daughter’s second word was “Batman”
hate babies -.-
I just now noticed that Bug has some really knobbly elbows. I gotta say I like em. I like em a lot.