She didn't even get to play with them for a day before they were put in timeout....for pummeling her sister...mother....and papa.....
Ever make such a mistake? Please share....
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"Sassy Bee"
Our youngest. In the past, I have called her "Sassy B" and my brother thought it was short for "Sassy Bi*$#". (He must have real high opinions of my parenting skills.)
"Doughie"
Our oldest. Why Doughie? This is a name her little sister came up with years ago. If I knew why, and how to fix the economy, I would be a rich woman. So, we will call her the flattering name of "Doughie". (In later years, It will provide her therapist even more fodder.)
"Big C"
He had many other suggestions, however, I want to keep this blog clean.
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We bought our kids each toy bow and arrows. Nice eh? Every time they get them out I have to say, (or scream) don't aim at the face...DON'T AIM AT THE FACE!! Luckily, most of the arrows have broken.
It seems like most sport toys are weapons in our house, too. We have a t-ball set that flips the ball in the air for the kids to hit and my kids pick the whole thing up like a bazooka and shoot the balls at each other.
Nice! Buying weapons for children! What's next? An Uzzi or an AK-47?
I also like how the "weapons" got the timeout. I am sure that they were operating independently...
:oD
She has got some aggressive boy behavior. That's what my Miguel would have done.
ALL their toys? They never EVER keep them picked up off their floor! Oh also their clothes, same deal! My kids are slobs what can I say. Their room stays clean for about 2 days...:)
The best weapon at our house is a wand. They used to be called "boppity boos" and my middle child would hit people with it. I threw it away and blamed my sister in law, because I am mean that way.
Somewhat unrelated:
On the very first day of school, one of my first grade student's classes worked on their first craft project. I had seen this particular student's scissor-work, and so I decided to help him... hand-over-hand.
Not long after we began cutting our piece of construction paper, my student reached in with his left hand to double-hand the job. As I fumbled to stop him, my thumb slipped through the blades of the scissors just in time to be severed as he clamped down, full force, with both hands!
Yeeouch!
Actually, it didn't hurt as bad as it looked. In a matter of seconds, I'd become the freakshow for an audience of 23 first graders. My thumb (which now resembled one of those trash cans with the flip top) was gushing blood everywhere as I scrambled to the sink to get some paper towels.
It scared the heck out of my student, but you know... I don't think I've ever seen him cut with both hands again. :P
Our children are perfect - I don't know what your problem is.
Willy...you didn't play with the flap of skin and say "Wa Wa" every time you lifted it? I am disappointed. You have changed Brother! Changed! :P
I did, actually... but I waited until the bleeding had stopped.
I'm the same now as I've always been - well, perhaps a bit uglier, but I like to call that "character".
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