Family codes and ritualsFreddy 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?
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chthonic, Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
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Its no wonder dad went to prison...In my childhood home of old with three horrid children scampering about, there was a family song that rang out on a daily basis that none of us can forget.
At varying times of day from the confines of the toilet you would hear the "I've done a poooo poooo" anthem reverbing tunefully, quickly followed by my dear mum scurrying towards the toilet where she would then procede to wipe the excrement from our childish bottys as only mums know how.
On occasion you could be the unlucky recipient of a dad-wiping. After smugly belting out our family hit, the door would spring open and a look of utter horror would spread over your face as you saw dad's puffy red face contorted in distaste.
"Touch your toes" he would bellow, before horning up a wad of toilet paper into what can only be described as a kind of rhino's tusk and then wiping so vigorously you would very soon learn to wipe your own arse.
Maybe eighteen was too old, but who cares...
(, Mon 24 Nov 2008, 10:57, 1 reply)
And thenyou got off the bus?
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