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If you need counsel on raising teen girls, ask Dac. He's survived three of them.
 
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You are not.

I'm not alone anymore!
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How'd yours get up there? Mine was 2 1/2 and after Halloween candy on top the fridge.

Oh, please, you all are hardly the only ones who have had that pleasure
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I'm not alone anymore!
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How'd yours get up there? Mine was 2 1/2 and after Halloween candy on top the fridge.

Oh, please, you all are hardly the only ones who have had that pleasure
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When I was a toddler I was fairly happy in a playpen - from what my mother tells me. But, one day she decided to let me roam free while she was at the playground with me and my older brother. Seems I took a notion that I could climb the jungle gym just like big bro. I slipped fell and spiral fractured my leg. Was in traction in a hospital at 3. My grandmother said it was not fun. I screamed in fear everytime the doctor came in my room and I refused to eat anything but Jell-o
 
I ran with the boys. Cracked open my skull at 4---I still remember jumping off the wall, what colors the flowers & retaining wall brinks were, the babysitter freaking out, how my dad screeched like a little girl, and the white washcloth they put over my face when they stitched me up.
 
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I had my two year old brother (hey, I was older and smarter at three!!) climb up to the top of the top cupboard and get the Chocks for us to devour
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once when my two sisters and I were playing a weird version of tag, my one sis crashed into the other one and her front teeth cut open the other's eye brow. Stitches, crying, blood and cussing ensued.

Good times!
 
You should have seen his face when my sister chopped off part of her finger.

Picture this:

Villiage Inn, Memorial Day weekend, Sunday Brunch in Prescott, AZ---a retirement town. I am 7, younger sister is 2. Younger sister gets hand caught in bathroom vaccuum-double door.

I try to wash the blood off in sink, then wrap her hand in brown paper towels. I go tell daddy sister is bleeding, and he doesn't believe me. He walks over, sits her down in a booth, unwraps the roll of paper around her finger, and yells,

"OH MY GOD SHE CUT OFF HER FINGER!!!"

The restaurant is filled with the sound of forks hitting plates, silence, then hurking as old people try to hold down their eggs.

It was awesome.
 
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