Toddlers are Quackers

[Chaos18]

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

 

[BantyChooks]

Oops yea, I was showing Banti what friends are for... enabling. 

But I hate to miss a good forking! 



Um.. well...  no comment  

So tell us about the flying butter knife already! 

On a warm, sunny summer day many moons ago (I don't remember how many) I was tasked with the job of painting a picket fence. This picket fence belonged to some friends of ours and they offered me money to paint it........I said yes. At the time these people were home and had two rugrats of there own, both not very old.........well maybe 6ish or so for the oldest not very old little person. As I gather my supplies and head outside to do the job I was contracted for I had no idea of the pain and suffering I would endure that day.

I commence my work and ignore my surroundings. I am working with my back towards the living quarters and after painting about half the fence I turn around and notice a small child. Now this is no ordinary small child. This is one of those small children that has a problem. Her problem is this, she doesn't listen. It's a common problem among small children. In this little persons little hand is a weapon. I know what you're thinking. Maybe she's holding a chainsaw or a samurai sword. Nope, she's holding a butter knife. Now this is no ordinary butter knife. This butter knife is made out of stainless steel and made in China.

I ask the little person a question. She doesn't answer. Just kind of stands there and looks at me. I mentioned earlier this child has a problem. I'm about to find out what her problem is. Acting upon impulse the devil child acts like she wants to strike me with her weapon of choice. I promptly tell her not to do it. She listens.......or at least I think she listens because she starts to turn away. Thinking that I have defeated the little person I turn my back on her and return to the task at hand. Big mistake on my part. I learned a valuable lesson that day, never turn your back on the enemy when they are still standing.

As I commence my work again I feel something. Now this is no ordinary something that I feel. I feel the sharp pain of stainless steel filleting my scalp open. As I react in pain I turn around and reach up to my scalp. I see the devil child standing there looking innocent. The only problem being that her weapon of choice is laying on the ground at my feet. I pull my hand away from my scalp and react in horror at the site of my own blood staining my flesh. My question of "Why did you do that?" goes unanswered as the devil child makes a break for it. As I follow the little person towards the living quarters the pain sets in. Upon arriving I am greeted by the devil childs mother. As I ask for a rag to press against my bleeding scalp I recount the days events to a horrified parent.

Devil child was disciplined, the fence was painted and I made extra money......and even got a cool scar.

Oh, I'm sorry, but that is hilarious!!!

"stainless steel and made in china"

 

[BullChick]

That child needed help.

 

[WVduckchick]

On a warm, sunny summer day many moons ago (I don't remember how many) I was tasked with the job of painting a picket fence. This picket fence belonged to some friends of ours and they offered me money to paint it........I said yes. At the time these people were home and had two rugrats of there own, both not very old.........well maybe 6ish or so for the oldest not very old little person. As I gather my supplies and head outside to do the job I was contracted for I had no idea of the pain and suffering I would endure that day.

I commence my work and ignore my surroundings. I am working with my back towards the living quarters and after painting about half the fence I turn around and notice a small child. Now this is no ordinary small child. This is one of those small children that has a problem. Her problem is this, she doesn't listen. It's a common problem among small children. In this little persons little hand is a weapon. I know what you're thinking. Maybe she's holding a chainsaw or a samurai sword. Nope, she's holding a butter knife. Now this is no ordinary butter knife. This butter knife is made out of stainless steel and made in China.

I ask the little person a question. She doesn't answer. Just kind of stands there and looks at me. I mentioned earlier this child has a problem. I'm about to find out what her problem is. Acting upon impulse the devil child acts like she wants to strike me with her weapon of choice. I promptly tell her not to do it. She listens.......or at least I think she listens because she starts to turn away. Thinking that I have defeated the little person I turn my back on her and return to the task at hand. Big mistake on my part. I learned a valuable lesson that day, never turn your back on the enemy when they are still standing.

As I commence my work again I feel something. Now this is no ordinary something that I feel. I feel the sharp pain of stainless steel filleting my scalp open. As I react in pain I turn around and reach up to my scalp. I see the devil child standing there looking innocent. The only problem being that her weapon of choice is laying on the ground at my feet. I pull my hand away from my scalp and react in horror at the site of my own blood staining my flesh. My question of "Why did you do that?" goes unanswered as the devil child makes a break for it. As I follow the little person towards the living quarters the pain sets in. Upon arriving I am greeted by the devil childs mother. As I ask for a rag to press against my bleeding scalp I recount the days events to a horrified parent.

Devil child was disciplined, the fence was painted and I made extra money......and even got a cool scar.

I'm sorry you shed blood, but good for you for finishing the project without taking the life of that child. I'm not sure I could have shown such restraint.

That child needed help.

I was thinking of a couple different words, other than "help"

 

[Chaos18]

That child needed help.

That child helped herself............to a butt whooping.

 

[BullChick]

Showing no remorse is not normal.

 

[Chaos18]

No clue what kind of remorse she showed her mother. Although I did get an apology later.

 

[DwayneNLiz]

Good morning

Yes this is actually my hand and my mug!

i have the same mug

Hi MC, sorry i missed this

Aww c'mon.... humidity is great for your hair!

not entirely true lol

That's awesome. I think my whether a are boer/nubian crosses. They were just starting to really get musky when we banded them.

The buckling doesn't just outright stink, but when you nuzzle him there's definitely a different smell than the doeling. I think I'm hyper-sensitive to the musk, also. If I get around mature billies then I've got that goat stink on the back of my tongue for days.

i 2nd what chaos said, lol

You're not supposed to lick them

Spiderman (Nubian/Alpine/?) born ? I think about 1st week in May.

awwww!!

I decided I wanted goats when I kept seeing them for $35-75. Then I saw how healthy and easy they are to keep. It is a wonder I didn't get some then. Now, I am too nervous about adding another mouth to feed.

probably a smart thing, but then you have us enablers on here...... lol good luck mc!

Ducklings are so cute! I think everyone should hatch ducklings and chicks as often as possible. Sell the babies if you must, but the thought of all those lives being lost as we eat the eggs. We boil those poor little ...
I should stop. No one will eat eggs ever again!

Do they scream when you eat them?

like a lobster screams when you put it in the pot??

For those who do not know, I have said I am nt setting more eggs until next year.


MC is trying her bestest to make me set more.

not until next year??!?!?!?!! WHAT ABOUT THE HALLOWEEN HAL!!!

Well, ya know... if you can't depend on your friends, who can you depend on?

OMG... I did a search for "friends are like"....

Her flying forks get shot from the air. I had a flying butterknife once. Then it hit me and blood ran down the back of my neck. I don't have that butterknife anymore.

sounds dangerous to eat at your house!

On a warm, sunny summer day many moons ago (I don't remember how many) I was tasked with the job of painting a picket fence. This picket fence belonged to some friends of ours and they offered me money to paint it........I said yes. At the time these people were home and had two rugrats of there own, both not very old.........well maybe 6ish or so for the oldest not very old little person. As I gather my supplies and head outside to do the job I was contracted for I had no idea of the pain and suffering I would endure that day.

I commence my work and ignore my surroundings. I am working with my back towards the living quarters and after painting about half the fence I turn around and notice a small child. Now this is no ordinary small child. This is one of those small children that has a problem. Her problem is this, she doesn't listen. It's a common problem among small children. In this little persons little hand is a weapon. I know what you're thinking. Maybe she's holding a chainsaw or a samurai sword. Nope, she's holding a butter knife. Now this is no ordinary butter knife. This butter knife is made out of stainless steel and made in China.

I ask the little person a question. She doesn't answer. Just kind of stands there and looks at me. I mentioned earlier this child has a problem. I'm about to find out what her problem is. Acting upon impulse the devil child acts like she wants to strike me with her weapon of choice. I promptly tell her not to do it. She listens.......or at least I think she listens because she starts to turn away. Thinking that I have defeated the little person I turn my back on her and return to the task at hand. Big mistake on my part. I learned a valuable lesson that day, never turn your back on the enemy when they are still standing.

As I commence my work again I feel something. Now this is no ordinary something that I feel. I feel the sharp pain of stainless steel filleting my scalp open. As I react in pain I turn around and reach up to my scalp. I see the devil child standing there looking innocent. The only problem being that her weapon of choice is laying on the ground at my feet. I pull my hand away from my scalp and react in horror at the site of my own blood staining my flesh. My question of "Why did you do that?" goes unanswered as the devil child makes a break for it. As I follow the little person towards the living quarters the pain sets in. Upon arriving I am greeted by the devil childs mother. As I ask for a rag to press against my bleeding scalp I recount the days events to a horrified parent.

Devil child was disciplined, the fence was painted and I made extra money......and even got a cool scar.

ohhhh, children are the devil, especially the cute little ones!! Beware the cute littles!

 

[DwayneNLiz]

@MotorcycleChick

 

[BantyChooks]

i have the same mug

Hi MC, sorry i missed this

 not entirely true lol

i 2nd what chaos said, lol

   awwww!!

probably a smart thing, but then you have us enablers on here...... lol  good luck mc!



like a lobster screams when you put it in the pot?? 

  not until next year??!?!?!?!!  WHAT ABOUT THE HALLOWEEN HAL!!!



sounds dangerous to eat at your house!

ohhhh, children are the devil, especially the cute little ones!! Beware the cute littles!

I'm not setting for the Halloween HAL. Or the NYD HAL.