Lea Anna's Big Drama Moment
Lea Anna has decided to follow in her Aunty Suzanne's foot steps and shove a miniature pool ball up her nose. (okay Sis, it's not a crayon but close enough) After having her scream and cry for what seemed like forever while I tried tweezers and various other implements to get it out, I finally gave up got everyone ready for a trip to the ER at the local childrens hospital. Luckily Gary gave it a final try got it out in a gush of snott. And then she cried again that she had lost her ball! Her excuse - it just fell in there. Well, since she was sitting up the whole time during the alleged "just fell in there" incident I do think her explanation goes against the laws of gravity. That's not my question though. What I want to know is what the hell goes through their little minds when they do these things?! Seriously, I really would like to know!
posted by Lisa | 7:03 PM
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I would have squirted about half a tube of KY up her nose... they say that stuff could get a Cadillac into a doghouse--and, more importantly, back out again. I don't think Amanda or myself have ever gotten anything lodged up our noses, but I do recall an embarrassing incident at Winn-Dixie. We had just watched an episode of Emergency 911 where some dumb-arse teenager licked the inside of a freezer and got his tongue stuck. He was home alone, but somehow ended up calling the paramedics to unstick him. So there we was... about to check out at the grocery store and me and my incredibly smart sister walked past an open freezer... and remembered what we saw on television. Both of us licked a piece of freezing cold metal and both of us got our tongues stuck. We kinda freaked out and ripped our tongues off. commo blackout gotta go
And for months after that, every time we went to Winn-Dixie we would look at that freezer shelf and see the tongue-shaped patterns of frozen taste buds that had been ripped from their precious little mouths.
Funny thing is, as we watched that Rescue 911, both kids were commenting about how stupid that boy was and how we all knew full well he intentionally licked the freezer shelf to see if his tongue would stick.
LMAO! But yet, I still do not know whta goes on in that precious little mind. I probably never will.
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
Maybe they fell against the freezer and their tongues broke their fall and ended up getting stuck...
Hell, you know the story...
Suzanne did it with peas, and she shoved them WAY up her tiny little nose!
AND crayons AND a Chiquita banana sticker!
If I remember correctly, my thing was flushing the decorative soaps from the bathroom down the toilet. Guess I liked watching them swirl around in the water...
I still remember the plumber's bill from the two flushing incidents we could not handle ourselves. I think you tried to flush a canister of talcum powder or some other such bath thing as well.
Could have been worse, I suppose. You could have had a fascination with fire. Given a choice of the two I'd take the soaps down the potty any day.
how about dropping crayons in the floor furnace? Do you remember doing that, Teresa?
OH! You know the heater that's in the hallway by the bathroom and Grandma's?! Whenever it was on, me and Adrian would stick twigs, paper, and the straw stuff from the brooms in there and watch them catch fire!!!
Bad Girl! I find out all the rotten stuff you both did 15+ years after the fact. At least when Loretta and I were in a pyromanic mood we would burn things in coffee cans on the edge of the patio or down the street in the BBQs. I was not neccesarily concerned with our safety, but more importantly I knew that if I burned the house down Dad would whoop my butt black and blue.
Geez, Lisa...even in your irresponsibility you were responsible!
I don't recall ever being entranced by fire, nor do I remember dropping crayons in the furnace, though it does sound like a colorful thing that I would have done. I guess that would have been in the furnace that Grandma had replaced by a wall furnace. I remember there being a board patching up the floor in front of the wall furnace.
I think I was a pretty good kid...except for beating the snot out of my little sisters, most of whom didn't deserve it. I don't recall doing anything really bad or really weird. Of course now that I've put that in writing I'm sure some of you will come up with something!
Teresa, I remember when I was real little you tried to get me to drink a cip of pee by telling me it was lemonade!
excuse me, I meant a "cup"
Ugh! Are you sure? Was it from the jug of "lemonade" in Libby's room?
I don't know where you got it from, but I remember this little stinker grin on your face when you offered it to me. Then I smelled it!
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