My sister and I still make fun of my mom, we always have. We call her fat, mean, a dumbo, old, a loser, a crack head, etc. And she doesnt care, she said she used to do it to her mom too. But it's not true when we say it :tongue: Well sometimes it is but whatever, she's strong enough and secure enough of a woman to take comments like that without caring. Im much the same way, I have a very strange sense of humour, that for whatever reasons many people find offensive or not funny. But I cant help myself, I've been like that since I was a little boy, I guess it comes from how boys make fun of each other constantly for entertainment and for some of us it just sticks. It's all in good fun in intent
i think the only thing "bad" i say to my mother is "you vicious bitch!" which, in our family, is a way of congratulating each other.
When I worked at the daycare I would hear it all...I never laughed so hard at insults before.. One kid kept walking behind me barking because he said I look like an ugly dog at the pound, haha, it was great..We all laughed and had fun, they were really funny and it made me laugh..
The first time my little sister saw a black person she told my mother that man was dirty and he needed to take a bath.
when my older brother was little, my mom was putting gas in the car when a "little person" was waling across the parking lot. my bro starts screaming out the window, pointing, jumping, clapping and yelling "WOOK AT THE WIDDLE MAN! WOOK AT THE WIDDLE MAN!!!"
Don't take it too personally...kids truly do say the darndest things. Mine have said some pretty unintentionally insulting things at times, believe me! I remember when my oldest son told his great grandmother that she was turning into a lizard. My younger son has a fit if he sees my shirt lifted up over my belly at any time because of the deep tire tread stretch marks (silvery in color, but very deep into the skin) I got from being pregnant with he and his twin sister. He'll stare at my belly in utter disgust, practically shuddering and quickly pull my shirt down, saying for the millioneth time "mommy, those things on your belly scare me!" My daughter tells everyone they're beautiful, except when it comes to their behinds. Then just about everybody has a big booty. Even bugs.
Lynsey you're beautiful! Children say crazy shit. Sometimes when mine speak I wish I could hear it first before it comes out. There is some innocents there that you can only appreciate because eventually that will be violated with age. Crazy world.
I told an old black woman that "we don't like burnt people" when i was about 2 or 3, I still cringe to hear that I said that even though me as a little kid isn't me.
The first time I was ever in the US, in the airport... I was like... hmm.... 10ish. I've never seen a black person who wasn't an Ethiopian before (they don't look like American black folk).... It was a big mamma type lady with all her kids... So ofcourse I shouted... "Mom, look at that huge ******!"
My grandmother saw her first 'real' black person when she was in her eighties. It was Bertchell, the only black guy in my neighborhood. She spent an afternoon in the local pub with him and afterwards asked me why he wasn't skinny like all them ones that she'd seen on TV. My youngest brother one time though brought tears to my eyes. When my sister was about 18, she was going out on a date and had just come downstairs after hours of painstaking preparation. My brother asked her, "Why is your face so orange?" It still makes me giggle when I think about it.
I was in a furniture store and this rather very large older man was walking with a cane and a mother and her son were walking behind him by say 10 feet or so. I guess the old man passed gas and the little boy starts freaking out (mommy it stinks, it stinks, that man farted on us) at the top of his lungs. I lost it, it was so damn funny. Thank god the old man was either really good at ignoring him or really hard of hearing.
One time I was at a very crowded Denny's on a Sunday morning, cracked out on research chems and sleep deprivation and there was a little girl sitting in our section who was yelling "You're a poophead! Poophead!" at the waitress over and over again every time she stopped by their table. I thought it was hilarious and I really wanted to join in.
I know what you mean. I feel extremley guilty over the time I asked my mom "Why is that guy in a moving chair? Is he really lazy?".
I've been all over the place. Mostly in my head. lol Recently I think I'm starting to enter some kind of balance. It's been a very interesting exhausting 6 months. When are you getting married to Andy? How is Nevada? Do you have funny stories about some of the things kids say?
my mom doesn't relate any stories about possibly fucked up things i've said, except when i was ABOUT 2 or so and she had tonsilitis VERY BAD. she lost her hearing and had a fever. i wanted something or other from her, and i kept asking and asking and asking, and she kept saying, "what?! What?! WHAT?!" i finally rolled my eyes and her and she read my lips perfectly, saying "stupid." but i don't think she tells me any other stuff i've said because i'm pretty hyper sensitive about hurting people's feelings. i only do it when they really deserve it, or i'm too stupid to realize what i just said. at which time i'll obsess over it for DAYS.
I don't really remember a incident where I said something but I remember an incident where my mom said something that made me want to hide. Have your parent(s) ever embarrassed you?