Family codes and rituals
Freddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
( , Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
Freddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
( , Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
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My daughter is seven
and she still believes in Santa, and I'm going to make sure she stays that way for as long as possible.
Even though last year my little cock of an 8 year old brother, and my nephew of a similar age, both started shouting at me for saying that Santa was real. So I twatted them both over the head with plastic lightsabers, the little shitebags.
( , Fri 21 Nov 2008, 11:46, 1 reply)
and she still believes in Santa, and I'm going to make sure she stays that way for as long as possible.
Even though last year my little cock of an 8 year old brother, and my nephew of a similar age, both started shouting at me for saying that Santa was real. So I twatted them both over the head with plastic lightsabers, the little shitebags.
( , Fri 21 Nov 2008, 11:46, 1 reply)
Aww, the whole point of the Santa stuff
is how kids deal with finding out the truth.
All my 4 kids pretended to believe long after they'd rumbled it, to humour us.
The third, at about age 8, one day presented me with his logical, well thought-out arguments against the existence of Santa, and demanded to know what was going on every December.
I came clean and solemnly bound him, on his honour, to keep it going for the youngest, who was 4.
Until a few years ago I thought he'd co-operated. In fact, he'd gone straight to the youngest and spilled the beans, and the 4 kids had kept it secret from me that she didn't believe in Santa any more.
Lying bastards.
Well, b3tans.
( , Fri 21 Nov 2008, 12:33, closed)
is how kids deal with finding out the truth.
All my 4 kids pretended to believe long after they'd rumbled it, to humour us.
The third, at about age 8, one day presented me with his logical, well thought-out arguments against the existence of Santa, and demanded to know what was going on every December.
I came clean and solemnly bound him, on his honour, to keep it going for the youngest, who was 4.
Until a few years ago I thought he'd co-operated. In fact, he'd gone straight to the youngest and spilled the beans, and the 4 kids had kept it secret from me that she didn't believe in Santa any more.
Lying bastards.
Well, b3tans.
( , Fri 21 Nov 2008, 12:33, closed)
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