tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post8122247362246648296..comments2024-03-26T08:30:30.060-04:00Comments on Poop and Boogies: DessertWILLIAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00719470271284761917noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-80727005578681521992010-02-02T07:14:02.817-05:002010-02-02T07:14:02.817-05:00You can't punish him for that...He outsmarted ...You can't punish him for that...He outsmarted you. That is the kind of thing that you high-five the kid for.Bogarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03239349739202059474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-21447941804782071202010-02-01T23:36:22.162-05:002010-02-01T23:36:22.162-05:00Too funny. Did you ever find them?Too funny. Did you ever find them?James (SeattleDad)https://www.blogger.com/profile/04087365610002249685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-78429268860740291532010-01-31T22:32:20.584-05:002010-01-31T22:32:20.584-05:00This story reminded me of once when I was little, ...This story reminded me of once when I was little, my Mom kind of forced the eating of some kilbasa...I hated the stuff....still do! Well, I got that icky feeling in my stomach and just as the insurance guy came thru the door, I was hurling my guts out in the hall! I will never forget that! I never made my kids eat anything that I was afraid I would have to clean up later that night! I bet the root beer float made him sick! LOL Great post! I bet I know who got the peas......Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08956372943613435575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-72001998686179037752010-01-30T23:21:31.665-05:002010-01-30T23:21:31.665-05:00I used to hide them in my nose and underpants.
H...I used to hide them in my nose and underpants. <br /><br />Hilarious... I freakin' hate throw though... especially when its on me and it's not mine. Come to think of it... I hate mine too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-19261254097940254842010-01-30T22:12:13.724-05:002010-01-30T22:12:13.724-05:00I love you Bill--or at least this post!
Sounds l...I love you Bill--or at least this post! <br /><br />Sounds like my 3 year old...so picky and tricky!Effiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05085720274984698685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-60100203062096884042010-01-29T23:19:13.163-05:002010-01-29T23:19:13.163-05:00A few years ago, I read a story in a magazine wher...A few years ago, I read a story in a magazine where the girl was putting unwanted food into a hollow table leg. The mom could not figure out why the dining room smelled awful.MrsDoFhttp://www.mrsdof.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-59716718517411788392010-01-29T22:36:57.224-05:002010-01-29T22:36:57.224-05:00I agree, we need to hear where those snow peas wen...I agree, we need to hear where those snow peas went. Poor Wyatt!Estherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11362207430242737134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-62905849412509861812010-01-29T21:58:18.932-05:002010-01-29T21:58:18.932-05:00instant karma for Wyatt! teehee...
www.shishnit.o...instant karma for Wyatt! teehee...<br /><br />www.shishnit.orgKristyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06698125217063243808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-68309789975754676902010-01-29T18:19:32.670-05:002010-01-29T18:19:32.670-05:00Wow ... where DID they go! I bet they were in his ...Wow ... where DID they go! I bet they were in his jeans pocket! Check the dirty clothes!Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15502229874099798730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-11866420917077250872010-01-29T16:08:15.767-05:002010-01-29T16:08:15.767-05:00My mother made chipped beef on toast which was our...My mother made chipped beef on toast which was our least favourite meal she served to us. Actually...we hated it! <br />Slyly, she had also made chocolate pudding for dessert. I was only 7. None of us were picky eaters but all three of us kid were struggling to eat it. The golden opportunity came when the phone rang and Mom went out of the room to answer it. <br />I talked my older sister and 3 year old sister to hide the CB on T in our socks. I knew she would checked the rubbish bin. She came back and saw our clean plates. She searched the sink, the rubbish bin and the garden for the CB on T. <br />We swore (even my tattle tale 3 year old sister) we had cleaned our plates. We demanded dessert. Mom was very suspicious but gave us the pudding. <br />She found our socks 3 days later hidden in the wash basket. I got in big trouble because it was my idea. (not fair, yeah?)<br />My mother loved to tell the story of finding 6 socks full of CB on T.<br />When I was an adult I asked her to write out some of her recipes for me. I was amused to find a card for the yucky CB on T. At the end of the card, it said "Make Chocolate pudding then check the children still have their socks on before serving!" This recipe card is most treasured by me, especially now she has passed away.Melindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04616217544023543614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-12091000732276153302010-01-29T15:23:03.934-05:002010-01-29T15:23:03.934-05:00Check the potted plants. Poor Wyatt!Check the potted plants. Poor Wyatt!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13349457280301578267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-81138308383211099162010-01-29T14:57:47.184-05:002010-01-29T14:57:47.184-05:00My mom used to put yucky things she didn't wan...My mom used to put yucky things she didn't want to eat in her pockets. Then ask to be excused to go to the restroom and flush the evidence down the toilet!Melodiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08321332921130689048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-24660332436897314142010-01-29T14:09:56.244-05:002010-01-29T14:09:56.244-05:00Very well told story, Bill.Very well told story, Bill.Colenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-85243781640264516872010-01-29T13:16:47.993-05:002010-01-29T13:16:47.993-05:00The kids at my nanny job have a new trick. At the ...The kids at my nanny job have a new trick. At the end of the meal, they'll say, "Well, my DINNER tummy is full, but my DESSERT tummy still has room." Too funny.Charlotte in Pahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08162503445349075691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-75480097521571021382010-01-29T13:09:25.145-05:002010-01-29T13:09:25.145-05:00Is there a heating vent near his spot at the table...Is there a heating vent near his spot at the table? That was always the hiding place for unwanted food at our dinner sittings.Poor little one. Hope he is feeling better.Let Lauren know she has to cook the turkey breast first, before serving.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-67319608504558775342010-01-29T12:53:18.149-05:002010-01-29T12:53:18.149-05:00Awwww, give the li'l guy a break, wouldja? He...Awwww, give the li'l guy a break, wouldja? He lost his float anyway, so the universe has already exacted revenge for the snow peas. ;)eclectichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01827218552901306334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-47786996302751096792010-01-29T12:50:24.112-05:002010-01-29T12:50:24.112-05:00Years ago, my younger brother had to eat all his d...Years ago, my younger brother had to eat all his dinner before having a treat of black liquorish ice cream. After finishing his dinner and enjoying his ice cream, he was caught spitting a black wad of roast beef into the toilet. We could never understand how anyone could enjoy ice cream with a bunch of meat stuffed in their cheeks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-61435389306966587732010-01-29T11:44:16.791-05:002010-01-29T11:44:16.791-05:00We need an epilogue to this once you find the peas...We need an epilogue to this once you find the peas.<br /><br />Would his older brother have eaten them for him in solidarity?SciFi Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10479890087443823197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-50686380201103303842010-01-29T11:28:42.115-05:002010-01-29T11:28:42.115-05:00Interesting.
One of ours stuffed all his peas in ...Interesting.<br /><br />One of ours stuffed all his peas in his diaper one night. We had no idea. Until I went to change his diaper and they spilled all over the changing table.Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11763999112189996532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-74446622094483499952010-01-29T10:34:09.037-05:002010-01-29T10:34:09.037-05:00As a child I was pretty crafty with ways to hide f...As a child I was pretty crafty with ways to hide food I didn't want to eat. I'm interested to know what he did with those peas, too. Let us know when, and if, you figure it out.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07726344074088649492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-86949131202254212312010-01-29T10:14:12.896-05:002010-01-29T10:14:12.896-05:00Food forensics! Love it!Food forensics! Love it!BOSSYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12137297805742498961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-22233479530745500592010-01-29T09:53:20.094-05:002010-01-29T09:53:20.094-05:00Snow peas? Do not eat yellow snow.Snow peas? Do not eat yellow snow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com