FUN stories about our kids

Care to share some FUN stories about your kids?

I have an almost 7 year year old, and could keep busy posting here just because he's such a fun little guy.

My first story:
Last summer I was out for a bit, and my husband was watching T. I got home and saw just how much he WASN't watching him. T had red marker all over his toes and fingers. I asked him why he painted them red. His response: I didn't want to paint them green.

I found out the next day what prompted him to give himself a pedicure and manicure. One of his teachers had that done in prep for a wedding she was attending that next weekend.

I've told this story before in another thread a while back, but it's a good one. When my oldest daughter was 3 I was in the kitchen getting things ready for a dinner party. So I'm washing some dishes and in my peripheral vision I saw she was busy at the dining table. I take a closer look and to my utter shock, she's rubbing the dining table top with the toilet brush - mind you it was plenty wet since I had cleaned the toilet earlier. So I gasped and said "what on earth are you doing"? She innocently looks at me and says "I'm helping you clean Mommy". I said "what else did you clean"? She said "well I cleaned the wall and door too". Luckily the top of the table had a glass cover on it and I promptly boiled some water and got out the lysol. I joke with her now, that when she's married and invites me over for dinner, she better hide the toilet brush.

My son is only 7 months old, so I don't have too many funny stories just yet. But I think it's pretty cute when he tries to pick up my tattoos off of my skin. He doesn't understand why he can't get ahold of them, and he just ends up pinching the crap out of me. =)

Reminds me of the Art Linkletter show.

I don't have any kids but I will tell a funny one on me...

I was about 2 and was in the Christmas show at Church and I knew my line backwards and forwards and when it came time for me to tell my line I said right into the microphone my mommy told me not to get my dress dirty. LMAO!!!!

Jan

I guess this could be a bit funny... I had mentioned that when I was a kid, back in the "50's", living in a 5 mile square little country town, that when one of the neighbors went on vacation, I would raid their strawberry garden. Would sit in the garden and eat until I could not eat anymore. I prob was around 6 then....

Well my son, guess he was around 6 or 7, came home carrying a watermelon.....Turns out he decided to take one of the neighbors watermelons. He carried it high over his head like a trophy, in the middle of the afternoon...... Guess someone saw him and told the owners and they called the police... No sooner did AJ get home, the door bell rang and a smiling police officer was standing by the door........ANYWAY, the officer did not do anything other than tell AJ not to take any more watermelons... AJ was soo scared... They did not ask for the watermelon back you would have thought we would have eaten it... I could not bare to eat it so we threw it away..........Guess it is not nice to swipe neighbor's watermelons....Ok.. I know one should not steal from "gardens"... The funny part is AJ did not try to hide the melon. He carried it high over his head....I think it is funny... Maybe some one else wouldn't...

OOO I did not think it was ok he took the melon.. He never took any again.. And if he did I am sure he did not carry it high over his head.......

What a great thread. I have a few....

When my son was 5 he pronounced his last name as "TheFlake" (as his last name does rhyme with it, so I can understand his mispronunciation)....too cute.

At the age of 2, daughter watches daddy troubleshoot the DOS OS on one of our computers. Naturally, being of a "sponge" mind, she thinks she can do this, as well. I enter out computer room and there I find her with the "pretty blue screen" on the monitor with the DOS configurations scrolling the screen. WOW. (Hell....I could bearly manage to get into that then). No harm done..fortunately.
Another time, at age of 2, I pass daughter's bedroom and overhear her talking. I peek in on her, and there she was sitting in the middle of the room with her library of books circled around her. She has one book on lap with index finger guiding the path of sentence as she "read".
Her verbal perception of the jumbled words were, "read, read, read, read, read, read, read".

When my daughet was 3, we laid napping together one afternoon. I wake to her self-expression of artistic ability..(always encouraged her to be as creative as possible). She had gotten into her tub of Crayola Markers and colored herself from head to toe with "rainbows"...(she even managed to get into her "lower cracks" front & rear...HOW she got into the rear like that is beyond me).

Somewhere neighboring the age of "Mommy's bestest little helper phase", I'm attending to my domestic duties...tidying house, etc. Step into laundry room to do some laundry and return to livingroom to find daughter "helping" me clean. There she was, with a spray bottle of water and a kitchen towel, standing in front of the VCR wiping it. I go over to her, and take notice to the insides soaking wet with water. Daughter standing there so proudly saying, "I'm a good helper, aren't I Momma?". I can't help but to reply with, "Of course you are. Thank you, baby" (as I'm disconnecting the unit to take outside to prepare to disassemble in order for indside to dry in the noon day's sun).

Getting into car after finishing grocery shopping at Food Maxx. Pulling out away from parking spot, daughter, at the age of 4, or so, blurts out to me..."Momma. I know how to spell groceries". Curious, I reply with..."You do?". She responds with, "Yes. F.O.O.D..M.A.X.X."

Daughter has always had a facination of bugs n rocks. One spring day, (I think she was around age 6), she was out back playing..and I notice her standing quite still for a unusual period of time. I wandered out there to see what she was so preoccupied with. As I approached her, I could hear her whimpering. I proceeded in front of her...and there she stood with a fairly large rock lodged into her mouth and couldn't get it out. (She was in tears..didn't want to upset me by telling me). Poor thing...standing there for who knows how long before I came out..struggling to remove it. (I had safely removed the rock).

The year our troops were dispatched to war, daughter takes it upon herself to make a banner...goes out onto the front of house on the corner of the street (we lived in corner house), and held up banner and small flag, shouting, "SAVE OUR TROOPS".

Such cherished memories.

Shangrala

Some great stories so far. Keep 'em coming.

I love it when T wants to tell me something I'm not supposed to know. He starts with:
You aren't going to like this, but Grandpa is soooooooooooooo busted.

(Family tree issue: Grandpa is Dad, but he never stopped calling him Grandpa after adoption)

Gawd..forgot this one....
This has it's sweetness to it (not intended to be a negative inclusion):
Daughter's dad and I had our issues (he was quite verbally abusive to only me..downgraded me regularly).

One time in particular, shortly after him bellowing his usual degradings of how "ugly & old" he thinks I was, I'm attempting my best to recover in solitude so daughter don't have to see mommy cry, (I think she was around 6). She enters into the room I was in, creeping slowly toward me, bending over so to try to see my face. I notice she has a handful of tissues, so I did my best to quickly wipe away my tears without her noticing. She says to me in the sweetest, most consoling tone possible...."Momma...You are the most prettiest oldest lady I know".
What a treasure. I couldn't help but to smile and love her even more.

I was wandering all over K-Mart looking for some things when I heard my two year old son make a strange noise...
While in the sewing/crafts section, he had managed to get a button still on it's cardboard...stuck between his two front teeth.
The cashier had to get the bar code off while it was still stuck between his teeth.
It took about an hour before I could remove it.

Before my religious beliefs changed, we were in church and when the bells rang during communion, she piped up with, "Welcome! Come on in..."

I so enjoy them being grown

My son was quite little and was with me while I was shopping. I was in the feminine hygiene section when he bellowed, quite loudly, "Mom - your diapers!"

That is so cute Shangrala, what your daughter said. ."Momma...You are the most prettiest oldest lady I know". Made me smile...

I can't say I can think of many "sweet" stories about my son... He was "all boy" and a handful at that. Always getting into something. He kept me on my toes, big time...

Pulled a "toad" out of his mouth when he was around 1. We lived in the "country" back then and all kinds of critters would visit us. Once he picked up a spider, when he was around 1 or two and the spider bit him. OO he cried and I put the spider in a jar and took him immediately to his doctor. Wipes brow, as the spider was not poisonous. Actually he is terrified of spiders to this day and he is 29.

Then when he was 5, he tried to trap a bee in a flower and the bee did not want to be trapped so it stung AJ on the finger.. Nasty sting and boy did he cry. Thank goodness the neighbor heard AJ crying as he worked for the county and had these swab things to use for bee stings. Relieved the pain immediately..

Then when he was 6 he wanted to play in the snow. I told him "do not go the creek" as to stay away from the water. A thin layer of ice covered the creek and could tempt anyone to try to walk over it, especially AJ. He promised he'd stay away from the creek... Being the "watchful" mother that I was, always keeping an "eye" on him, making sure he was ok.....Although even a "watchful" mother can't be watching every second... Next thing I saw as I peeked through the kitchen window was AJ standing by the creek..ANd then he disappeared......I could not see him....... I ran to the creek, and met AJ half way back as he was crying and shaking.......He kept saying a giant beaver was in the creek and scared him and he fell in and he couldn't get out and he was scared...(the creek was waist high to AJ, still dangerous especially because of the "heavy winter clothes".). Anyway, we rush in the house and take his wet clothes off.. Soaked him in a warm tub till he was feeling better.......He kept to his story that a giant beaver jumped at him and scared him and he fell in.......eventually the truth came out... He said he was trying to cross the creek on a small log and he fell in...and there really was a beaver, but not a "giant" beaver..he said the beaver did not scare him. He said he slipped on the log and that is why he fell in........

Lordy, the stitches from falling on the window sill when he and he friend was wrestling. to a broken arm when he playing on a trampoline ,,, to when he was running and fell on a stick and the stick went all the way through his hand.... We were always at the doctors for one thing or another... Banged head when he tried to catch a baseball and ran head on into a mailbox and knocked him flat on his back. No wonder I was always worried when he went outdoors to play... Never a dull moment when AJ was little... And never a dull moment with AJ as an adult.......

He was tons of fun... and tons of worry......

Thank you radio flyer for absolutely terrifying me of the future to come, lol. My husband's mother always "jokes" about how reckless my husband was as a child, and says she should have named him "stitch". He is covered in scars, has broken his nose twice I believe, and I regularly have to remind him that he's "getting old" when he does something crazy and then whines about how sore or hurt he is the next day.

We were looking through old photos of him and his siblings as children before our son was born, and I came across a picture of a HUGE tree that you could clearly see his sister in a good ways up. I was always scared of heights and so I couldn't believe how high she was. Then I said, "I'm surprised you weren't up there with her", and he said, "oh, I'm up here", and points to the very top of the tree where you can barely make out his maybe 7 year old body. Sigh.

As an adult, my husband will still shimmy up any coconut tree (when we're home in FL where we are both from, obviously no coconut trees in NY), climb on any roof, try to surf in any pool, and regularly makes me uncomfortable by "wrestling" with our 7 month old baby. It looks like the slow motion baby version of the WWF, and of course, our son loves it.

I think I'm doomed, lol.

When my brother's son was 3, he pushed a dried bean deep in his nose. A few days later he told his mom and they took him to the emergency room. When they pulled it out, it had germinated with an inch long stem lol.

Oh Lynn, that is too funny!

While growing up, my younger brother, (by 1 year) was ALWAYS breaking a bone, or injuring himself...somehow. We always said that he must have been one of those people who torture others (in mid-evil times), and karma had caught up to him this time around...lol.

This one time, brother was sucking on a wire coat hanger, and got it lodged in throat...couldn't get it out. Mom had to take him to Kaiser emergency for safe removal.
Imagine..driving along side of them, looking over and see a coat hanger hanging out of the mouth of an 8 year old boy....LOOOOOOL.

Shangrala

When my son started school the teacher asked each of the students to state their full names. My son's name is Robert but we always call him Rob. The teacher told me when it was my son's turn he introduced himself as Rob Ert ****

A funny story about my oldest nephew just came to mind as I was reading these...

My sister had taken him to Walmart and she realized he was rather quiet as they were walking around the lingerie(SP) section and when she found him he was in one of the racks and he popped out and went over to a mannequin put his hands on the breasts and went booby booby booby.

Jan

loveregardless...... ummm those were the "easy" years... The teens are the terrifying years....Alongside of our house was a small wooded area.. AJ, around 13, came running in the house and said the trees are on fire........ I go running and yup, they were. It was in the middle of summer and lack of rain everything was extremely dry. The trees were catching on fire like paper... Wooooooosh up in flames... Almost called the fire department, but was lucky the garden hose was close and I put out the fire....Turns out AJ and his buddies were trying to smoke cigarettes and they tossed one of the cigarettes on the ground and the tress went up in flames.......This was the beginning of the teen years......... Not sure how parents survive the teen years.. But we do,,,,,, and in the long run, it is alllllllll worth it.......