There are some things better left unsaid. Like the time my brother called my second grade teacher fat. So, what that he was only four years old? I wanted to crawl under something...anything that would provide substantial face-hiding-coverage.
There are some things that are better off forgotten. Like teething, for example. I have three toddlers and they were all painfully cutting teeth at the same time. Painful, fever-inducing, flesh cutters is what those things are. I am glad I don't remember getting teeth.
My kids were horrified by Santa last year. It's amazing what can be forgotten in just a year. This year, the cries magically turned to polite requests for items like "trees," "blue shoes," and "princess dolls." I was a very shy child (don't laugh...it is true actually). I was afraid of Santa, too! But, only for like 5 minutes. I am glad I don't remember the time I was laying out cookies and milk in my living room and my sister said to me, "Santa's not real you know, dad eats the cookies!"
Oh wait, maybe I do remember that. Thanks, sis, for scarring me and stealing my innocence. There are some things I painfully wish I could forget. :)
1 comments:
I'm sorry, but that's so funny. I meand 'dad eats the cookies' part, not the teething part.
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