As I was walking back from buying a paper this morning, an old man called out "You're cheerful, what's up? Won the lottery?"
It got me thinking - a year ago, he would probably have said "Cheer up, it might not happen" ... life has certainly improved for me this year.
So...what's that got to do with winning a prize? you're thinking, come on, get to the point!
Although I'm relieved to have left the stresses of teaching behind me, I really miss the children, so my competition is to leave me a funny child-centred story. Please don't switch off if you're not a parent - I'm fairly certain you were all children once!! The prize will be $10 to spend in either of my shops, and a condition of winning is that along with your funny story you say what you will chose to spend your $10 on, and why. I will choose the story that makes me fall off my chair :-D
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Alrighty, Ill start this off.
A few weeks ago I noticed some folks moving furniture into my downstairs neighbor's apartment. It was a couple with their small child, about 4 or 5 years old. He was running around generally being a spazz but not getting into any trouble. I walked down the stairs and off to get the mail. I said hello to him and he said a very polite hello back. Once I had gotten the mail I walked back over and offered the parents my help. They declined, so I proceded to go up my stairs. The little boy ran over to me and said, "Dont go up there!" I asked him why. "A witch lives up there!"
Im assuming his parents told him not to go up the steps and to further deter him, told him that a witch lives in the apartments above. The look on his face was priceless! He was generally concerned for my safety.
And, Im sure his parents didnt anticipate him actually telling any of the upstairs neighbors this "information"!
LOL - look out at Halloween. Thanks for having a go - I often wonder if anyone reads my blog :-)You've forgotten to say what you would spend your winnings on? Perhaps you're still browsing :-)
My boys would love the dinosaur in your shop! :)
I never realized that even the most innocuous movies or tv shows can give children not-so-innocuous "sound bites" when repeated out of context. Like the time my son quoted from a VeggieTales video.
Last summer they were building a house across the creek from our back yard. My oldest son, age 3 1/2 at the time, is very sensitive to sound. He did NOT appreciate the noises coming from all the building - and sound carries across water quite well.
After yet another afternoon of hammering, he had had enough. Shouting at the top of his lungs from our back deck, he told the builders, "Go home, manworkers! You are ROTTEN TO THE CORE!"
When the pounding paused for a moment, I was extremely grateful for the shield of trees between us. Although I am sure the looks on the men's faces was priceless. :)
rotten to the core ;-) ooo I'd like to have been there!
I've realised I haven't told my own tale...
a much-repeated comment from a young pupil on what I thought was a good-hair-day:
"Mrs Teacher, when you dye your hair, why don't you do the back as well?"
And as you correctly guessed, I thought I had!
my daughter just finished potty training.
that line alone should be enough to make anyone fall off their chair... either from laughing or from passing out from remembering how frustrating it was...
well...that's three people so far, but only one correctly remembered to both leave a story and a favored item from my store.
Oops! Youre right, I totally forgot to leave my choice.
Well, Im loving this little house
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=11815190
It reminds me of something Im trying to do with soap. And its amazing to me that someone could actually KNIT that. Very, very cool.
you'd love real oast houses too - I'm buying one when I become a millionaire, it'd be lovely to have a round kitchen :-)
thanks for coming back - it's a two horse race now!
oops. clanger. definitely. he reminds me of alf.
i watched way too much television in the 80s.
hmmm - I don't know who alf is! I think the 80s passed me by. thanks for dropping back :-)
I've been keeping an eye out for the kids who play outside... just incase they can give me something to work with... but alas they just won't be funny on demand!!
Good luck everyone!
Sara x
The year before last my daughter got me "massage" socks for Christmas. They were labled all over the bottom with areas of the body that they were supposed to stimulate as you massaged. My daughter and son (7 and 9 at the time) got me to put them on and then they went to work on my feet. They would tell me what they were massaging *spleen, spine, etc* and ask if it felt better and I would say "Oh yes, much better."
Now what can I say, Im mean. My son had just started to massage my kidney when I let out a horrible scream and grabbed my side in "pain". Those kids jumped so high, they were both positeve that they had massaged me to death. My hubby on the other hand was laughing histaricaly.
They havent massaged my feet since then.
If I win I think I want the little dinosuar because I have a nephew who would really like it. And its pretty darn cute. ;)
I don't know how funny this is, but my kids get a kick out of it.
I was about six and one of my cousins was visiting. She was a little younger than me. We were out side playing and she got something in her eye. So I started the age old ritual of blowing in her eye, nothing happened, it was still there.
being an observant child, I went into the house, no one paying any attention to me, I got the alchol, went back outside, poured a capful in the cap and poured it in her eye. Thank god she's not blind, but my kids run and yell when they see me with the alchol.
What did I know, I was only six.
oooh, more stories - thank you!!
Ooooo I've got tons of funny things my kids have done!!
One thing that comes to mind happened last year when I took my life if my own hands and took my three small children to Walmart.
All in all they weren't bad at all but while in line waiting to pay for my purchases my daughter announces she needs to pee (she was 3 at the time). Her twin brother picks up the thought and announces he needs to pee too!
We finally pay for our bits and zoom off to the loo.
My daughter does her thing, my son does his thing and I realize that I need to go too.
So, I'm sitting on the loo and Callum (my son) is trying to open the door.
'No Callum, don't open the door!!!' I say in my best, mummy means business voice.
He closes the door but then proceeds to bend down and wave and introduce himself to the lady in the next cubicle!!
'Hi wady!! I'm Cawwum!!' (he has problems with his l's and r's)
I dread to think what this poor woman thought about her peeping tom!!
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