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Dunkopf - The young and the old tend to be self-involved.

My DD is almost 21. She's the same way. She was a puker, too. Every so often I bring that up.
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We got a picture of 2 of ours sitting in the tub with a turd floating in the water. The water is green because DW used to put a little food coloring in to make it more fun. It just seemed like a Kodak moment.
 
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Do tell.

I once caught DS chomping on a dog turd.

Maybe that's why he wound up Freak Out Boy.

My DD had this habit as a child of humming while she ate. Put a spoonful of food in her mouth and it was mmmmmmmm, until she swallowed.
One day, I thought she was with DH. DH thought she was with me. We tore the house apart looking for her. Then we heard the hum. Found her in the master bathroom, in the litter box, munching away (the child was very well fed, so....).
Her father and I took turns scooping out her mouth and urping.
Called the pediatrician. He said the cat poop wouldn't hurt her, that he'd worm her later on if necessary; but he wasn't sure about the cat litter. Told us to call poison control. Told the whole sorbid story to poison control. Once they finished laughing, they told us the cat litter wouldn't hurt her.
Yet another reason I don't like kids. But it did make for a good story to tell every guy she ever tried to date.

She was a projectile vomiter too.
 
We had an Italian Greyhound, a foster dog that never left. The silly, little thing was on the truck when a load of retired racers were delivered to a greyhound rescue where my friend was Kennel Goddess. She asked if we knew anyone who would take him. Frankie was out of his third and last foster home and scheduled for euthanasia. Dog could not be housebroken.

We found him a home, but he didn't last long there. Frankie broke his leg and needed surgery and he wound up with us. Eventually he needed surgery to take the plate out of his leg. During his surgeries and vet visits I was understanding about any accidents, but even after he was all better he still crapped in the house. Usually under the dining room table.

Which is where I found DS with a log of Frankie poop.
 
You know growing up I could tell that nanny (gramma on moms side) hated kids and granny (step dads side) favored her bio-grandkids. They were both nasty women and I didn't like either of them at all. I'd rather be in a room full of toddlers than in a room with either of those goats. But my hubby's grandma love her great grandchildren and my mil is the best grandma on earth. It's ok to not care to be around small children as long as when you are you treat them well and not sneer when they are just being kids.
 
Quote:
Do tell.

I once caught DS chomping on a dog turd.

Maybe that's why he wound up Freak Out Boy.

My DD had this habit as a child of humming while she ate. Put a spoonful of food in her mouth and it was mmmmmmmm, until she swallowed.
One day, I thought she was with DH. DH thought she was with me. We tore the house apart looking for her. Then we heard the hum. Found her in the master bathroom, in the litter box, munching away (the child was very well fed, so....).
Her father and I took turns scooping out her mouth and urping.
Called the pediatrician. He said the cat poop wouldn't hurt her, that he'd worm her later on if necessary; but he wasn't sure about the cat litter. Told us to call poison control. Told the whole sorbid story to poison control. Once they finished laughing, they told us the cat litter wouldn't hurt her.
Yet another reason I don't like kids. But it did make for a good story to tell every guy she ever tried to date.

She was a projectile vomiter too.

My son did that, he went through the cat door on a child gate and was eating kitty crunches- we called the pediatrician who, "never knew of a case of death from eating pet poo" to watch him and make sure he was still 'going' and as long as he didn't run a fever he was fine.
 

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