Fun too.
And the key is making sure it's something that REALLY hurts and don't EVER tell them it's for a fixed time period...(two weeks, etc.) Just tell them they will get it back when they have earned the right to get it back...and they have short attention spans...don't let them forget you have it...After a couple of weeks I gave him a picture of it sitting on my desk...I love watching Chris in action ... he has no problem whatsoever doing things like this.
Funny ... my dad never laid a finger on me (my mom had no such reservations, however), except that one time...when I was 17....and I called my mother a . I vaguely remember getting picked up off my feet...after that it just becomes somewhat of a blur.
OK, now that is smart.
I hope you don't mind if I print this out and pin it on my white board. I think this is the kind of advice that might come handy one day....The son basically tried that once...I checked in on him and watched him play video games for about 15 minutes, then unplugged the Nintendo right in the middle of the game, boxed it up, and took it to my office for about six weeks...
OK I'm printing this too.And the key is making sure it's something that REALLY hurts and don't EVER tell them it's for a fixed time period...(two weeks, etc.) Just tell them they will get it back when they have earned the right to get it back...and they have short attention spans...don't let them forget you have it...After a couple of weeks I gave him a picture of it sitting on my desk...
Are you done? I don't believe in wasting paper
And the key is making sure it's something that REALLY hurts and don't EVER tell them it's for a fixed time period...(two weeks, etc.) Just tell them they will get it back when they have earned the right to get it back...and they have short attention spans...don't let them forget you have it...After a couple of weeks I gave him a picture of it sitting on my desk...
And told him that you beat his high score at just about every game he had?
Duff, people like you serve a very valuable purpose in child rearing too...
I would point them out in Wal Mart, get a very serious look on my face and say...
"You don't want to grow up and be like THAT do you?'...
I knew this one!People like you serve a very valuable purpose in child rearing too...
I would point them out in Wal Mart, get a very serious look on my face and say...
"You don't want to grow up and be like THAT do you?'...
"You don't want to grow up and be like THAT do you?'...
Funny ... I use stuff like that as an example, too.
"That's what you'll look like if you don't eat your green beans...."
"That's what you'll look like if you don't pay attention in school......"
"That's who you'll marry if you don't work on your at ude......"
"You don't want to take a bath? .... remember how that guy smelled in line at Exxon? That's how you smell."
::snicker::
Fixed.
Considering the fact that you practically are one of those children... I remember GIG posting a link to your blog on myspace and you wrote something to the effects of you were really pissed off because your parents didn't make supper for you.....Fun too.
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Children… Too Funny
Sent by Pat Miller, September 22, 2000
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This is dedicated to everyone that has been embarrassed by a child’s words or action. Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? I hope you remember my story when they start getting frustrated!
My three year old son had a lot of problems with potty training; and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven month old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized that Matt had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked, and he said “No.” I kept thinking, “Oh Lord, that child has had an accident and I don’t have any clothes with me.”
Then I said, “Matt, are you sure you did not have an accident?” “No,” he replied. I just knew that he must have had, because the smell was getting worse. So… I asked one more time, “Matt, did you have an accident?”
This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled… “SEE MOM, IT’S JUST FARTS!!” While 100 people nearly choked to death on their tacos, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down to eat his food as if nothing happened. I was mortified… but some kind elderly people made me feel a lot better, when they came over and thanked me for the best laugh they had ever had!!!
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That sounds about right.
S y has video of her boys doing the "fart dance"...
To this day, that cracks me up! Pharts are phunny!
My little guy loves to phart. He lets out some whoppers! Man, I never knew someone with such small intestines could hold that much air!!
To this day, that cracks me up! Pharts are phunny!
He's cute though. He'll let one fly, and then he'll grin and say "I too-ded!" Cracks me up everytime he does it! His mom is working hard to get him to say "excuse me", so every once in a while he'll fart and say "too-ded, cuse me". I can't help but laugh. . .and then rip a few myself to show him how it's done.
It's the silent, but violent ones that are killer. As I've said many times before on this here forum, if you ever needed to clear a room, just let my oldest rip a silent one. I love when he tries to deny it. It's like, "dude, nobody has farts that smell like yours."
Is that the Michael Jackson theory?
From The Merck Manual of Diagnosis and Therapy, an actual medical reference:
Flatulence, which can cause great psychosocial distress, is unofficially described according to its salient characteristics: (1) the "slider" (crowded elevator type), which is released slowly and noiselessly, sometimes with devastating effect; (2) the open sphincter, or "pooh" type, which is said to be of higher temperature and more aromatic; (3) the staccato or drumbeat type, pleasantly passed in privacy; and (4) the "bark" type (described in a personal communication) is characterized by a sharp exclamatory eruption that effectively interrupts (and often concludes) conversation. Aromaticity is not a prominent feature. Rarely, this usually distressing symptom has been turned to advantage, as with a Frenchman referred to as "Le Petomane," who became affluent as an effluent performer who played tunes with the gas from his rectum on the Moulin Rouge stage.
Funny ... my dad never laid a finger on me (my mom had no such reservations, however), except that one time...when I was 17....and I called my mother a . I vaguely remember getting picked up off my feet...after that it just becomes somewhat of a blur.
now why would you call your mom a ?
i never called my mom anything, i loved her way too much.
I have no clue .. that was 17 years ago. And she had called me that plenty of times.
And it had nothing to do with not loving her....she just had her moments.
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