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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The house that blows you up
Following a house move, we switched from taking the bus to getting a lift to and from school in the car. We lived in the country, and between home and primary school we'd pass only one house on the way.
On the way to school, passing this house meant the car blew up, taking me and my bro and sis with it! Fortunately, on the way back home, driving past this house meant you came back together again.
Hence 3 small children squealing "we've just blown up!" every morning on the way to school, and sighing "phew, we've come-back-together-again" on the way back home.
I don't know why the house blew us up. On the rare occasions that I pass this house now, I still mutter about blowing up under my breath. Old habits are hard to break, I suppose!
( , Mon 24 Nov 2008, 12:36, Reply)
Following a house move, we switched from taking the bus to getting a lift to and from school in the car. We lived in the country, and between home and primary school we'd pass only one house on the way.
On the way to school, passing this house meant the car blew up, taking me and my bro and sis with it! Fortunately, on the way back home, driving past this house meant you came back together again.
Hence 3 small children squealing "we've just blown up!" every morning on the way to school, and sighing "phew, we've come-back-together-again" on the way back home.
I don't know why the house blew us up. On the rare occasions that I pass this house now, I still mutter about blowing up under my breath. Old habits are hard to break, I suppose!
( , Mon 24 Nov 2008, 12:36, Reply)
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