When I was young (in the late 80s) I used to be concerned about what my stomach looked like when I was sitting in a swimsuit. My mother always told me, “You have to have the ripples, otherwise when you stand up you would rip!”
I asked my mother when I was young why people got cremated. She said, “Sweetie, there just isn’t enough room on the earth to bury everyone.” We lived in the Bay Area, CA. That one statement panicked me for life (now 37). I thought we were having a major space issue. While this is a concern, I don’t think it is as dire as her statement made is seem.
My mother always told us that we were not allowed to sing at the table during dinner. I have no idea why this was an issue. She never said, “no toys at the table”, “no feet on the table”, instead “no singing at the table.”
Scene: Playing in the playroom
Who: Mommy and Dave, 18 month old boyDave is playing with a lightsaber which isn’t working. He walks up to Mommy, gives her the stink eye, slaps the lightsaber on her lap and says, “Badry” (Battery). Then proceeds to walk away.
My favorite posts on Facebook have been conversations between children and their parents. So, I decided to start this website so people can share the wild conversations they may have had with their children. If you would like to post a conversation or story, go to the Submit Your Own Story link.