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So I had Jace in the tub. He likes to play in there, so I left him while I was o/l awhile ago.

When I went to check on him, I found that he'd pulled an entire roll of toilet paper into the tub with him, unrolled, of course. Also in the tub was a book I'd borrowed, a rather large tome called "Aztec," that he'd gotten from the magazine rack, & it'll be hard to replace. All the shampoo bottles & such were on the floor, of course, along with a huge amount of water that he'd bailed out with his little bucket.

Just got him cleaned up, the bathroom semi-straightened, & fed him lunch, grilled cheese. Of course when I go out there, 1/2 the sandwich will be on the floor, cuz that's just how he rolls.

Ah, motherhood!

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DUDE! Chloe got a box of split pea soup and dumped the dry peas all over and in the couch a couple of days ago.

The... uh.... diaper stories are the worst though.

The book part sucks though!

All part and parcel to the whole genie gig my man.

That's kids for ya.

My wife and I tag-team the bath just to avoid that sort of thing.

Parent kid stories are the best

Been there done that.I am STILL in labor with my firstborn who keeps telling me that she is 27 years old. Next step is the grandparent league.

That's funny Phil. I can see my daughter doing something like that (and my wife asking me to clean it up).

Thanks for sharing!!

One of my favorite parenting stories was when my son, Allen, was about 2 or 3 years old. One day my wife and I walked into the living room and Allen was sitting in front of the TV, watching "Lassie", completely oblivious to our being in the room. It was the episode where the myna bird gets loose and flies off and Lassie follows it into the woods where it lands up in a tree. Lassie barks a couple of times, puts her paws up on the tree, and barks a couple of more times. My son says out loud to himself, "Wassie needs a wadder." We almost doubled over laughing. Allen is 30 now and I still love telling that story.

Apparently I was an absolute terror when I was under the age of five. One time my mom was walking me in a stroller with another mom from across the street who was also walking her kid in a stroller. They parked us on the driveway and both went inside for a minunte to get us something to drink. When they came out I was beating up the other kid in the stroller ( a sign of things to come). I took terrible twos to extremes I guess.
When I was about five I sleep walked and pissed into one of my dresser drawers (I got all my pants) IN MY SLEEP. My brother and sister were baby sitting me. I just sleep walked back to bed and went back to sleep. The next day I went to get my pants on and there was nothing there of course. I asked my mom what happened to my pants. She said "you know what happened." I had absolutely no idea. My brother was laughing his butt off. He thought I did it on purpose and thought I WAS AWAKE. I did some other sleep walking events but nothing like that ever again. I still talk in my sleep fairly often...
It's impossible to be with a kid 100% of the time. Stuff like that's going to happen, hopefully they won't do anything harmful to themselves or others...

Well, Bob, if we're telling embarrassing stories on ourselves, here's a doozie. When I was about 7, we lived in kind of a shotgun house. Our bedroom was at the front of the house, then the dining room, then the kitchen, then the bathroom, then my mom and dad's bedroom. One night I got up to go to the bathroom, apparently sleep walking. I walked through the house and I sort of remember looking into the bathroom (we kept a night light in there that gave off a blueish glow. The next thing I know, my dad hears a strange sound and turns on his bedroom light, and I'm standing in a corner peeing on his rocking chair, where he always laid his work clothes when he got out of them. His pants were there with his wallet and everything else still in the pockets, including a pack of chewing gum. He asked me what in the world I was doing, and I just stood there in a daze as if I had just woke up. They laughed about it the next morning and I didn't remember any of it at the time. He threatened to make me chew the gum.

A profesor of mine in college told me an amazing story. He didn't say one word until he was almost five years old. Everybody thought he couldn't talk. One day he was traveling with his parents and two uncles. They stopped the car on the side of the road to relieve themselves. All the men peed behind a tree showing little Larry how to do it. But he kept refusing to pee. They threatened to get back in the car and leave him there if he didn't pee. They were getting in the car when Larry blurted out "Men don't piss in dirt." First words he ever uttered in his life.

My brother (with his DRY sense of humor) told a joke about a boy who never had spoken. He was 13 years old, sitting at the breakfast table and suddenly said, "The toast is burnt." His mom and dad almost fainted. They said, "Oh my God. We never knew you could talk. Why haven't you ever said anything before?" He replied, "Well, up 'til now, everything was OK."

ROFL rat and Bob!!!!!