I came across this during a lunch websurf last week.
And it got me to thinking — which is always dangerous – what sort of strange and weird little untruths will I tell Max when he’s older? What sort of wonderful warping of his mind will Val and I perpetuate upon him?
So I got to thinking about some of the whoppers my folks told me that I later discovered were probably fabrications…?
- My father would magically KNOW if I ever took drugs. (Not that I was ever tempted. But his pharmacutical knowledge on this front was enough.)
- If you collect enough dryer lint, you can create your own hamster.
- Fish can TOTALLY hear you when you’re loud in the early morning hours. So put a sock in it already!
- “Scroot!” is a perfectly acceptable exclamation in polite company if you say it fast enough.
- If you ever get to the top of the escalator and get sucked under, the flames of hell will flicker at you… so hold on to the escalator until it rotates back around the bottom and you’ll pop back out on Earth at the bottom of the escalator. (I’m still not sure how THAT one got in my skull.)
- Eating carrots will give you night vision.
I’m sure there’s more in my head that I’m either forgetting or repressing… and I’m sure everybody has their own lists…
April 17, 2008 at 11:24 am
All of those are true except the escalator one. If you drop your GUM on the escalator, and you wait until it comes back around, you can retrieve it, but then who would want to?
How about all the words our family has created, like belchfirebusrump? Definition: what it is when you’re stuck behind a smoky, smelly diesel bus.
Or koonaphooey. Def.: an expletive, usually when things don’t quite work out the way you planned.
April 17, 2008 at 11:27 am
I almost included “koonaphooey” and “koona phooey phooey” (which is, of course, more than just “koonaphooey”), but figured it’d take longer to explain than most.
April 22, 2008 at 5:14 pm
And then there’s the ol’ carnivorous pine-cone sentinels circling tents that will not let you cross their border without… ATTACK!!!
or… “I brought you back a pet from the duck club…” (rock, mummified dead rat, all so soft and cuddley).
Yah! Yah! Yah!
Fake! Fake! Fake!
April 22, 2008 at 5:24 pm
Dang — how could I forget the carnivorous pinecones?
Actually, the “pet from the duck club” would also include Shadow and a frog in that list too… and only two of those (rock, Shadow) could be considered pets.
April 22, 2008 at 5:32 pm
Yeah, but Shadow was totally a pet for DAD. She just knocked me over and stole my cookies. And then laughed.