My brother was really young and sitting in my Grandma’s (short, squat lady) lap and asked her “why are you so fat?” She got very mad and told my brother that was a mean question and made him get down. Then later when my mom (who is her daughter-in-law, not daughter) came to pick him up, Grandma started to yell at her and said “He asked me today why I was so fat - I can’t believe you talk about me in front of him that way” My mom said “I don’t - he is just starting that phase where he asks questions about everything” and my grandma goes, “Well he had to hear that from someone...” and my mom (feeling attacked) said the meanest thing without meaning to, “No he didn’t, he has eyes”.
I remember being at a baseball game when I was about 4 (it's one of my earliest memories), watching my babysitter's son play Little League. Behind us on the bleachers was a woman with a distinctive, earthy smell.
I turned around. "You smell like a pig," I told her.
"I live on a hog farm," she said.
I had so many questions. What do they eat? Do they talk? Do they stutter like Porky? Have you ever put clothes on them?
Unfortunately, my babysitter was just mortified and made me go sit somewhere else.
When I was 6, my gran and I were in a shopping mall waiting for mum to finish shopping. There was a tarot card reader nearby and I’d never seen one before so I asked my gran what the lady was doing. Gran explained that she would read people’s fortunes for some money and that she’d tell you if you’d live a long life, have children, get married, travel, etc. I waited a few moments before I said anything but told my gran “don’t waste your money gran”. She told me not to worry about that because she wasn’t planning on it. All I said was “good. You only have one thing left to do.” My gran asked what that was and my response was one simple word, “die.”
I just want to say quickly that I love my gran and I have a great relationship with her. I don’t want her to actually die...
MurderWeatherSports on December 2nd, 2019 at 23:48 UTC »
My brother was really young and sitting in my Grandma’s (short, squat lady) lap and asked her “why are you so fat?” She got very mad and told my brother that was a mean question and made him get down. Then later when my mom (who is her daughter-in-law, not daughter) came to pick him up, Grandma started to yell at her and said “He asked me today why I was so fat - I can’t believe you talk about me in front of him that way” My mom said “I don’t - he is just starting that phase where he asks questions about everything” and my grandma goes, “Well he had to hear that from someone...” and my mom (feeling attacked) said the meanest thing without meaning to, “No he didn’t, he has eyes”.
nobigwhoopdawg on December 3rd, 2019 at 00:48 UTC »
I remember being at a baseball game when I was about 4 (it's one of my earliest memories), watching my babysitter's son play Little League. Behind us on the bleachers was a woman with a distinctive, earthy smell.
I turned around. "You smell like a pig," I told her.
"I live on a hog farm," she said.
I had so many questions. What do they eat? Do they talk? Do they stutter like Porky? Have you ever put clothes on them?
Unfortunately, my babysitter was just mortified and made me go sit somewhere else.
perksofbeingliam on December 3rd, 2019 at 01:09 UTC »
When I was 6, my gran and I were in a shopping mall waiting for mum to finish shopping. There was a tarot card reader nearby and I’d never seen one before so I asked my gran what the lady was doing. Gran explained that she would read people’s fortunes for some money and that she’d tell you if you’d live a long life, have children, get married, travel, etc. I waited a few moments before I said anything but told my gran “don’t waste your money gran”. She told me not to worry about that because she wasn’t planning on it. All I said was “good. You only have one thing left to do.” My gran asked what that was and my response was one simple word, “die.”
I just want to say quickly that I love my gran and I have a great relationship with her. I don’t want her to actually die...