DrewDad wrote:My kid ate cat poop once. (Longhair cats have the most tremendous dingle-berries.) The poison control people laughed at me.
oh yeah, long hair cat dingleberries are the worst.
you're sitting there and said cat walks by....(sniff sniff).....Hey! You! DON'T SIT DOWN!
Bean used to kiss cat ass..
I guess you guys dont empathise with the woman in this commercial then either..
"Banned Ikea Commercial - Tidy Up"
OMG, I'd beat her with a stick!
I have lost my purse twice in bus when I used to carry my son. They better formulate "tips to ensure you don't leave stuff behind when you are with your baby."
Been there, done that....
Reading this I now realize just how much my parents must have hated me and wished me dead.
I would never leave Mo in the car. We walk most places so it really isn't even an issue for us. I do understand how someone might be in a hurry and be stressed and make a bad decision or become forgetful.
I did get a lecture at the zoo the other day from a group of heliocopters for allowing Mo to shake sand out of a pail in the sandbox. It seems sand is much more dangerous than I ever imagined. I'm writing to the governor to see if he can't do something about the miles and miles of sand on our beaches.
oh my god that is FUNNY!!!!!
boomerang wrote:I did get a lecture at the zoo the other day from a group of heliocopters for allowing Mo to shake sand out of a pail in the sandbox. It seems sand is much more dangerous than I ever imagined. I'm writing to the governor to see if he can't do something about the miles and miles of sand on our beaches.
One assumes that the zoo designer is competent enough to purchase play sand. It is odd, however, how many parents do not do so.
A "helicopter" is a parent who believe that sand sprinkled from a pail five feet away from their child on a windless day will lead to a lifetime of resperatory therapy and potential psychosis due to general "itchyness".
Of course, these dangers shall not prevent one's child from playing* in the community sandbox.
*playing here means poking one's finger into the sand and pulling it back out while your mother cringes at the proximity of every other child.
i dont know why, but I find that rea
llly funny
makes perfect sense though.
O-K so it happened to us! My husband forgot our daughter! Sort of any way - he forgot to pick her up! Even though he is usually the one to do pick up - I usually call just to make sure a bit ahead of time. But I didn't - at least not a little earlier.
So he was supposed to pick up my daughter from camp. I called as I was leaving from work - he didn't answer his cell phone - I figured he was either on it or in a no-call zone. Well that wasn't the case - he didn't answer because he was still at work! He called me back as I was driving - I asked him where he was - he said just leaving work. Now he often times will joke about that as it seems I am checking up on him. So I said seriously - you are on your way to pick up linny right? Dead silence. Then I hear him say I forgot. There was no way he could get to her on time. As it was it was unlikely I could.
So I drove like a mad woman - cutting people off - beeping the hour - a typical Boston driver (or Masshole if you prefer). I got so many middle figures shot at me. I made it at 6:01 (pick up time is 6:00). Nearly killed myself plus some elderly person trying to cross and some small children too. And you know what - no one noticed. No one said a word to me at camp. My daughter was having fun and didn't even notice I was late.
But you didn't leave her in a potentially deadly situation. She was safe.
Yeah she was and not the least little bit upset - she was having a grand old time - whereas I nearly had a heart attack and nearly killed myself with my mad woman driving.
Lash--
The best laid plans....
The Camp Staff absolutely loved you. Forty years ago (when money was money) I had a friend with a Day Care Center. They opened at 5 a.m. and closed at 6 p.m.
Parents thought nothing of routinely arriving at 6:30, 6:45--traffic, you know.
She fantasied about changing them $5 a minute--every time.
Linkat wrote:My daughter ate the cat food before - does that make me a bad mommy?
I actually fell out of the car on the exit ramp from the highway when I was a toddler - fortunately the car behind us so this and stopped. There is a reason for those backseats to have those locks so kids can't play with the doors.
My son loved cat food and only stopped when I told him it was made out of horse poop
