OMG my kids are strange.
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tripperfunsterToday we went to the zoo (despite the gale force winds.) Our zoo has a life-sized statue of a old timey army officer with a bear cub, commemorating the beginning of the story of Winnie the Pooh. (Winnie is named after Winnipeg!)
I forget the actual story, but some dude from Winnipeg was over seas during the war, and they came upon a bear cub, which he named Winnie the Pooh. I forget if it was the actual soldier who wrote the story, of a friend of the soldier, but anywayregardless, there is a statue of a soldier and a realistic bear cub right outside the Discovery center at the zoo. As we walk by, my son loudly asks:
IS THAT HITLER?
Me: *amused and horrified* Yes, of course that's Hitler. Wasn't he most famous for his love of bears?
Quincey: No, I mean, didn't he look like that?
me: uh, no. Sure he was a soldier, but he wore a different uniform, and I'm pretty sure he never posed with cute little bear cubs. Not to mention that he was a horrilbe person and our zoo would never put up a statue of him.
As we're leaving: Quincey: BYE HITLER!
Me: *eyeroll* Dude, yelling out Hitler is never cool. Please stop,
When we get home my other son walks up to me with a box of tampons.
Harry: Do you need these?
me: Uh, not right this second.
Harry: Can i have them?
Me: only if you have your period. Why do you want them.
Harry: I want to make grenades out of them.
Me: I'm pretty sure they don't blow up. Check the package.
harry: I know they don't blow up. I just want to pretend.
Me: ... Do you know what they're for?
Quincey pipes in: Ladies put them in their vulva so they'll stop bleeding.
Me: Hey! Pretty good, buddy!
harry: So, can I have them?
Quincey: Are you going to put them in your vulva? *snicker*
harry: SHUT UP!
me: You can have five. And you have to pick up every little bit of paper and cotton and whatnot that you leave lying around.
BOYS RUN OUTSIDE TO PLAY WITH TAMPONS.
I would just like to add an adendum that I do actually buy them real toys, and our zoo does not have a statue of Hitler. (although they ARE building a big human rights museum, so there might eventually be one there???)
I forget the actual story, but some dude from Winnipeg was over seas during the war, and they came upon a bear cub, which he named Winnie the Pooh. I forget if it was the actual soldier who wrote the story, of a friend of the soldier, but anywayregardless, there is a statue of a soldier and a realistic bear cub right outside the Discovery center at the zoo. As we walk by, my son loudly asks:
IS THAT HITLER?
Me: *amused and horrified* Yes, of course that's Hitler. Wasn't he most famous for his love of bears?
Quincey: No, I mean, didn't he look like that?
me: uh, no. Sure he was a soldier, but he wore a different uniform, and I'm pretty sure he never posed with cute little bear cubs. Not to mention that he was a horrilbe person and our zoo would never put up a statue of him.
As we're leaving: Quincey: BYE HITLER!
Me: *eyeroll* Dude, yelling out Hitler is never cool. Please stop,
When we get home my other son walks up to me with a box of tampons.
Harry: Do you need these?
me: Uh, not right this second.
Harry: Can i have them?
Me: only if you have your period. Why do you want them.
Harry: I want to make grenades out of them.
Me: I'm pretty sure they don't blow up. Check the package.
harry: I know they don't blow up. I just want to pretend.
Me: ... Do you know what they're for?
Quincey pipes in: Ladies put them in their vulva so they'll stop bleeding.
Me: Hey! Pretty good, buddy!
harry: So, can I have them?
Quincey: Are you going to put them in your vulva? *snicker*
harry: SHUT UP!
me: You can have five. And you have to pick up every little bit of paper and cotton and whatnot that you leave lying around.
BOYS RUN OUTSIDE TO PLAY WITH TAMPONS.
I would just like to add an adendum that I do actually buy them real toys, and our zoo does not have a statue of Hitler. (although they ARE building a big human rights museum, so there might eventually be one there???)
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Date: 2011-10-07 09:45 pm (UTC)From Wikipedia about the real Winnie bear:
Christopher Milne had named his toy bear after Winnie, a Canadian black bear which he often saw at London Zoo, and "Pooh", a swan they had met while on holiday. The bear cub was purchased from a hunter for $20 by Canadian Lieutenant Harry Colebourn in White River, Ontario, Canada, while en route to England during the First World War. He named the bear "Winnie" after his adopted hometown in Winnipeg, Manitoba. "Winnie" was surreptitiously brought to England with her owner, and gained unofficial recognition as The Fort Garry Horse regimental mascot. Colebourn left Winnie at the London Zoo while he and his unit were in France; after the war she was officially donated to the zoo, as she had become a much loved attraction there.
* This will most likely only make sense to Dr Who fans.
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Date: 2011-10-08 03:56 am (UTC)Kids are gobs of fun. Sadly, they are also frustrating and shocking evil an endless pits of money buring expenses. ;)
Did I mention fun?
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Date: 2011-10-08 04:16 am (UTC)I like other people's kids cos then I can give them back when I don't want to deal with them. They ARE a great source of amusement though. Especially cos I can laugh at them without any guilt cos they're not mine. ;)
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Date: 2011-10-07 09:47 pm (UTC)I will say, Tampons as grenades is highly creative. I would never have thought of something like that, so, I'm pretty impressed by his ingenuity. When I was growing up, my brothers secretly stockpiled Black Cat fireworks every July, so, we blew things up year round. GI Joes in the sandbox, GI Joes in the back yard, GI Joes on the new upstairs carpet... Our grenades could do some damage, then again, so could my brothers...
I can't wait til my daughter is old enough to start being embarrassing and weird. Considering how weird I am, it's only a matter of time. Your sons are adorable, I bet you treasure all these moments. :)
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Date: 2011-10-08 03:58 am (UTC)WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD TODAY, THAT WE DON'T LET OUR CHILDREN PLAY WITH EXPLOSIVES???
And yes, your child will be strange. Stranger than you want her to be, no doubt. ;)
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Date: 2011-10-08 04:03 am (UTC)I'm glad you get some enjoyment from our 'adventures.' <3
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Date: 2011-10-07 10:58 pm (UTC)Oh, my family.
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Date: 2011-10-08 12:33 am (UTC)So, how did the grenades go? :-P
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Date: 2011-10-08 04:10 am (UTC)Thank god we live in the country and have no neighbours to judge us. ;D
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Date: 2011-10-08 01:10 am (UTC)At least half of every box of tampons I buys mysteriously disappears... or not so mysteriously, considering I usually find them in Lucifer's toy box. I swear, from now on, that's what I'm buying him for birthdays and Christmas!
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Date: 2011-10-08 04:12 am (UTC)I NEED SOME BOUNDARIES, DAMNIT!
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Date: 2011-10-08 03:48 am (UTC)Ooo! I hope Harry's cramps aren't too bad. :¬) I think the grenade idea was inspired. In fact, the material does 'blow up', via a cotton blend coming into contact with a blue liquid (I saw it on an advertizement so it must be true.) rather than combustible material and an ignition system, but the logic is sound. ROFL! Your neighbours must love you guys. So educational! (˘ε˘)
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Date: 2011-10-08 04:19 am (UTC)Lucky for me, we live in the country. We do have a FEW neighbours, but my kids can play with feminine protection in the yard with impunity. ;)
Yes, come to the 'peg for some hunny!
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Date: 2011-10-08 05:01 am (UTC)They sound like your offspring alright! :D
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Date: 2011-10-08 05:04 am (UTC)Digression: he both is taking a math class in which they are working with if/then, if and only if, a or b, those kinds of statements, and spent a chunk of today trying to explain similar concepts to a lower math student.
Him: How is a tampon like a grenade?
Me: No idea. I'm hoping, not at all, akshlly.
Him: Yeah, basically I'm hoping p if and only if not q. Exclusive or. An object can be a tampon OR a grenade, but NOT BOTH. BOTH would be VERY BAD.
Heh. So, yes. Your kids play with the tampons; mine turn the story into a math logic thing. Our children: weirdoes.
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Date: 2011-10-09 01:46 am (UTC)i very much enjoy your family escapades.
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Date: 2011-10-09 08:04 am (UTC)Ah, kids!
♥
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