When my son was small (now a strapping 19 yo) we did the Father Christmas thing. When he was about 8 my Mum was over for Christmas. We had been reminding him that he must go to bed early or Father Christmas won't bring presents.
Apparently he went into the kitchen and told my Mum: "Don't tell Mum and Dad but I KNOW about Father Christmas."
I still don't know if he thought we believed it or just didn't want to spoil the fun for us. Bless him!!!
Worst thing I did was teach him to tell the time - that was the last time I could fool him into going to bed early. He would just look at me scornfully and remind what time bedtime was.
My parents always told me they got so tired through the week that they needed to go to bed for a nap on Sunday afternoon. It took me years to work out that they weren't "napping"! :shock:
I was told that the school rule was you were only allowed fruit for your snack at break time (which wasn't true back in those days - probably is now!) so I was the only one sitting eating my apple when everyone else was tucking into their crisps- i always thought they would get into trouble!
We also got the 'eat your crusts so your hair goes curly!'
m xx
When always wanting money as kids do, I told my daughter there was a money tree at the bottom of the garden and when it grew fivers she could pick as many as she wanted.
Same daughter also thought for many years, I had eyes in my bum after I caught her out of the corner of my eye sticking 2 fingers up at me!
My Mum told me childbirth didnt hurt one bit :shock: She also told me thunder was just potatoes rolling down the Co-op steps
seriously - my mum, bless her, used to tell me that if I didn't wash my belly button, the knot would come undone and my insides would fall out.
Ever since, I've had a terrible phobia and cannot stand anyone or anything touching my belly button!
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