I've vowed to be more funny and have move fun in 2008. Regrettably, I send to use the funniness in real time and it just doesn't overlap onto the blog - just the detritus and mongo that sullies things.
I'm working on it. I promise. (And to me, a promise is a strong thing.)
I've got good stories to tell, like Grannie getting buried in her pink nightie. (Actually that's a Grandma Tim story to tell, and it can bring tears of laughter to your eyes. Man, she's funny.) Ok, so, they might be repeats of other people's good stories. But I'll get some of my own.
For now, I'll amuse you with some of our different family rules - this goes for the benefit of my Cali connection who may be feeling her rule is being overly challenged.
#1: Don't come home until you've had enough fun.
Usually told to a child who's going to a friend's to play. It's the parting salutation.
#2: No having fun in the house.
This is because the kids were yelling at one another and/or complaining they were bored. It was a way to try to counter the negative thinking at the time.
#3. CU-2 is forbidden to eat bananas.
CU-2 doesn't like bananas. Her father has insisted that she eat them when in their other home. This house rule serves two purposes - the main one is to support her in her dislikes - considering that she eats like a plow man, loosing banana as a fruit choice isn't that big a deal.
#4. You're not allowed to hurt yourself.
This comes after a lot of fighting between CU-1 and CU-2. The CUs know they're not supposed to hurt one another. This rule just pushes it a bit farther, and was used when they fell down and had a scrape. CU-1 and 2, when they were younger, seemed to understand the absurdity of the statement. It usually got a smile, if not a laugh and made the boo boo hurt less.
#5. Rich people eat chocolate in the bath tub.
Less of a rule. More of a statement. First used with CU-2 because, well, she's a messy eater (was when she was little, still is now). So, if she'll think it's something special and fancy to eat chocolate in the bathtub, great for us.
Have you any rules you'd like to share?
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2 comments:
It's not a rule so much as a frequently asked question. This was for when the kids were younger and would come in from outside play with a case of the heaving sobs rendering them unable to state the cause of their upsetedness. "Are there any missing body parts?"
Oh. That's right, when the kids try to interrupt me when I'm trying to talk on the phone/go to the bathroom alone/take care of some other dire emergency, I'll ask "Is your hair on fire?"
A friend of mine asked her daughter this, and it actually was! ;-)
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