Funny CW moments page 484

[Fabbecky]

xkcd: Shoes

I mistakenly thought this was a troll post - OMG so funny, so very very funny...

[Finnegans Wake]

"Yes, but little Juvie is special and shouldn't get bruises or cuts."
"Oh, he has a clotting disorder. I'm sorry. I had no idea. I'll watch out for him then."
"No, he doesn't. He's a little kid, Little kids shouldn't get bruises or cuts ever."

I hope she sprayed him down thoroughly with some sort of antibacterial and returned him to a maternal bubble at once.

FFS.

Growing up is all about cuts and scrapes and bruises. It's called being a kid, learning to play, having fun, not being on a leash.

[fiercehunter]

Omega 3 fatty acids are "necessary" and "must" be obtained from the diet because we are unable to make them ourselves & we will DIE unless we eat fish.

Milk, it does a body good blah blah blah blah

[Fabbecky]

She turned to me, probably to chew me out, and I smiled and said "I fell out of several swings myself growing up. Worst that happened is I gave myself a bruise."
"Yes, but little Juvie is special and shouldn't get bruises or cuts."
"Oh, he has a clotting disorder. I'm sorry. I had no idea. I'll watch out for him then."
"No, he doesn't. He's a little kid, Little kids shouldn't get bruises or cuts ever."

Hmm, she probably would have freaked out at the fact that we leave our back door open so the kids can run in and out without supervision to plan in our yard, or barn, or back field. And after 4.5 years they are both still alive.

I hope she sprayed him down thoroughly with some sort of antibacterial and returned him to a maternal bubble at once.

FFS.

Growing up is all about cuts and scrapes and bruises. It's called being a kid, learning to play, having fun, not being on a leash.

Right?! Both kids, random bruises, cuts scrapes... the 2yr old is currently covered in kitten scratches as he learns how to deal with the baby kitties softly and the baby kitties learn how to get him to back the heck up

[naiadknight]

I hope she sprayed him down thoroughly with some sort of antibacterial and returned him to a maternal bubble at once.

FFS.

Growing up is all about cuts and scrapes and bruises. It's called being a kid, learning to play, having fun, not being on a leash.

Yep. We only got bandaids if it didn't quit bleeding after 10 minutes. Hell, my sister fell out of the glider on the swingset growing up and gashed her head open (ended up needing stitches), and kept playing for a few minutes until I realized that wasn't sweat she was wiping off her face.

[PoppaCap]

Yep. We only got bandaids if it didn't quit bleeding after 10 minutes. Hell, my sister fell out of the glider on the swingset growing up and gashed her head open (ended up needing stitches), and kept playing for a few minutes until I realized that wasn't sweat she was wiping off her face.

My mom said she looked out the kitchen window many times and cringed at what we were doing, but did not say anything to us. She let us play and be kids. Cuts, scrapes, arguments, etc. Thankfully we didn't make the ER too many times.

[Finnegans Wake]

Yep. We only got bandaids if it didn't quit bleeding after 10 minutes. Hell, my sister fell out of the glider on the swingset growing up and gashed her head open (ended up needing stitches), and kept playing for a few minutes until I realized that wasn't sweat she was wiping off her face.

I'd have about a thousand stories that would have driven HeliMom nuts. Climbing trees, jumping off of sheds, jumping off of walls, riding bike, skittering across frozen ponds, playing football with older kids, just basically playing during summer vaca until well after the sun went down. I got dirt under my fingernails and didn't die. I tried eating stuff that grew wild (clover - sweet, wild strawberries - tart, onion grass - onion-y). We had massive rotten tomato fights like the ones in Spain at the end of the summer and I'd come home looking bloody and smelling like hell. We swam. We ran. When it rained, we read or played board games, or hell, we'd play in the rain, why not?

When the hell did people get so weirdly overprotective?

[Gravyboat]

This one is pretty primaliffic too. xkcd: Cadbury Eggs

[naiadknight]

I'd have about a thousand stories that would have driven HeliMom nuts. Climbing trees, jumping off of sheds, jumping off of walls, riding bike, skittering across frozen ponds, playing football with older kids, just basically playing during summer vaca until well after the sun went down. I got dirt under my fingernails and didn't die. I tried eating stuff that grew wild (clover - sweet, wild strawberries - tart, onion grass - onion-y). We had massive rotten tomato fights like the ones in Spain at the end of the summer and I'd come home looking bloody and smelling like hell. We swam. We ran. When it rained, we read or played board games, or hell, we'd play in the rain, why not?

When the hell did people get so weirdly overprotective?

Same here. We ran that poor dog ragged, jumped off the jungle gym, jumped out of the tree, jumped off the roof (got in trouble for being on the roof), wrassled in burs and discovered what they were, chased the cat up a tree (got in trouble and had to get him down), ate anything and everything (juniper berries- tart, honeysuckle- sweet, crepe myrtle blooms- flavorless, mulberry sap- sweet), I experimented with burning hair, doog hair, and green stuff under a shrub (it's a wonder I never burned the neighborhood down), climbed the fence-> found a mean dog-> climbed back (I have a scar that proves the chain link fence tried to take my virginity)...
We played in the spinklers, made (and made each other eat) mud, used the mud as a slip 'n' slide (we all have scars from finding a rock the hard way.) We chucked rocks and dirt clods at each other.
The only ER visits I remember were for being violently ill, my sister's broken arm and cuts that needed stitches, and a couple concussions.
I wanna know- How's little Johnny gonna know all this shit and what NOT to do when he grows up after being helicopter parented?

[primalshooter]

"Yes, but little Juvie is special and shouldn't get bruises or cuts."
"Oh, he has a clotting disorder. I'm sorry. I had no idea. I'll watch out for him then."
"No, he doesn't. He's a little kid, Little kids shouldn't get bruises or cuts ever."

He'll have a nickname when he gets older. "Pussy"