Kids freak me out!

She sucks her big toe when she is asleep.
If i try to reposition her, she gets angry, cries and refuses to go back to sleep for a while.
Not like taking a pan with her. hehe.. but kinda wierd all the same

Ducklet likes to pretend she is a cat or a dog. She also won't eat anything fruity. Her older brother is afraid to go upstairs by himself -- even with every light in the house blazing.

Ha! These are funny. Thank you.

Ah, to maintain such flexibility. Babies are the ultimate yoga practitioners.

Mo likes to pretend he's a peacock. He yelps a high pitched "help.... help" that sounds very much like a peacock. Of course people always assume he needs help. When he explains that his is a peacock they are convinced he needs help!

OMG, so cute!

My oldest freaks me out b/c of his job, he's in the army, stationed in Afghanistan, and when he gets out next July, he plans to apply to beccome a mercenary and go back as a civilian... When he was little, he was the boy in the cape or holding an umbrella jumping off the porch rail attempting to fly...

My next, 22, as a little boy, had a little rubber halloween bat he named, "Batty," and he carried Batty to every function he attended, went to school with him in his backpack, etc. etc. He was so cute back then. Once he misplaced Batty at an art event and we asked people there to help us find his rubber bat, and they found a rubber baseball bat as well as his bat, that was rather surreal...

My next is a surfer, 13, just came into possession of an hourglass figure, and is lobbying to get her bellybutton pierced. Yowza!

My next is 7, and she plays a weird game when she plays alone with her Bratz, she keeps them in a handbag and will line up their feet and has the dolls come out of the purse (which is their home) and they mince along on their stumps and try on the different pairs of feet.

Then my baby, 5, thinks he is a princeling, expects to be attended to constantly. He also emphatically tells you he is "allergic to water," therefore he cannot shower. In spite of his generally dirty state, girls and women all like him and seem to know him by name all over town. It's a little weird since I don't usually know them, but he knows them. He's a charmer, that one. He carries a stuffed bunny around, and the stuffed bunny has a pet resin rabbit that also goes around with us.

That is hilarious. I especially like the trying on feet routine.

When my 6 year old was about 9 months old, she couldn't really talk, but used to growl all the time and sometimes very loudly. It made being out in public very interesting. Here is a cute little baby girl and this horrible viscous growling coming out of her mouth. People must have wondered what I was teaching her. My six year old also loves rocks - she talks to them and collects them. Since I won't let her have them in the house, she leaves them near the door and always says "Hi rockys."

Funny princess - my 6 year old is allergic to "ants" at least in her opinion.

I'm not sure why, but that reminded me of a scene not so long ago when ducklet was potty training. She and duckie were in the bathroom together and she just had to be the one to flush. So the two of them are standing over the toilet while it flushes and saying their goodbyes to the poop.

"Bye poop!"
"Call us when you get there"

These are great stories!

Thank you all for sharing them. I'm thinking that at least my little weirdo is in good company.

I used to call my daughter "Princess Moonbeam". Whenever an interesting thought occured to her, she would just stop whatever she was doing or saying to consider it. It was funny to see her climbing into the car seat and then pause with one knee up on the seat while she wondered why chocolate melts.

My grandfather wore dentures. At night he would take them out to brush them. My (6 year-old) brother thought that was really neat and was convinced for a year that his teeth were "stuck."

Stray memory that popped into my mind this week.

My brother was about four years old and did something (exactly what is lost in the mists of time) that was very like something my father would do.

My mother turned to her friend and remarked, "Hereditary taint."

My brother retorted, "Reditary 'tis."

My brother, at about four, was convinced that, before his birth into our family, he lived in an apartment in Chicago. We were quite rural; I don't know how he even conceived the idea of an apartment. But he described it quite vividly.

Maybe he was right?

You never know. Little ones are definitely more tuned in to things not corporeal. Fascinating little creatures.

Maybe he related to JJ on "Good Times".

past life. how cool.

Great stories indeed. No kids yet here, but I can share some ****-disturber stories from my own childhood that became family legend.

I was with my grandfather when I had to use my first public washroom. I think I was about 5 or 6, and just tall enough to use the urinal. So, some dude is doing his business next to me, and I take a peek, then yell out "Big deal!"

Around the same age, I was in the car with my folks, it was a hot day, and the windows were open. I saw someone riding one of those motorized vehicles on the street. I called out the window "Say, don't you know those things aren't allowed on the road?" I don't think I've ever seen my parents so embarrassed.

When I was about 8, I was visiting my great aunt, who must have been at least 75 at the time. I was curious, and asked "How old are you?"

She said "I'm only 31."

I responded "Really? You must use Oil of Oy Vey then."

I think I was born a natural bastid.

More interestingly, I did once believe I was in contact with a ghost who died in a car accident just outside our old house. I was a preteen at that point, but it turns out my story was true, I did the research and found out it happened just like I thought. That is still one of the strangest experiences I have ever had.

It's amazing what we can see if we just stop looking so hard. And stop thinking that we can't see it.

Kids, hell. CAV freaks me out.

Neat stories. When my son was little, he was continually experimenting with everything. He decided one day that he would make gunpowder, and one of the ingredients was saltpeter. He trudged to our local pharmacy and told the pharmacist (our personal friend) that he needed some of that stuff. The pharmacist smiled and asked him. "And, what do you need that for?"

Always quick on his feet, my son replied. " er, Mom needs it."

"Really? and why is that?" (by this time, the pharmacist was barely able to stifle a laugh)

" uh, she's making a rug."

Needless to say, my husband got a lot of teasing about that little episode.