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2 hours ago, fred quimby said:

Sad but true. I tell you the story of my daughter and the magic door one day

 

24 minutes ago, Ayrshire Chris said:

Probably similar to the story that I told my son of the secret that exists behind the loft hatch 

 

What!? Jesus!  You can't just leave it there, and us here, wondering? 

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10 minutes ago, Wellyboot said:

I'm eating pie in the garden and if that isn't good news I have absolutely no idea what is x

 

I have inputted the data 'Wellyboot is eating pie in her garden' into my Good News - O - Meter, and it has not only gone off the scale, it has actually broken the end bit off the meter. I am therefore able to officially and technically verify that this is indeed good news.

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9 minutes ago, Yoghurt on a Stick said:

I have inputted the data 'Wellyboot is eating pie in her garden' into my Good News - O - Meter, and it has not only gone off the scale, it has actually broken the end bit off the meter. I am therefore able to officially and technically verify that this is indeed good news.

😂 I'm sorry I'll get you a new one!!

8 minutes ago, crazyfool1 said:

is it better than pancakes though ? 

Nothing is better than pancakes! 😊

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1 hour ago, Yoghurt on a Stick said:

 

 

What!? Jesus!  You can't just leave it there, and us here, wondering? 

Well mine

 

When my daughter was probably 4/5 we decided to decorate the dinning room. Stripped the wallpaper and behind it was a door frame that been left as it was with the door part bricked up and then wall papered over. We could afford to get it sorted then. I told my daughter that was a magic door way to a magical land and regaled stories of when I had been in there and the strange and amazing creatures and beings you would meet and talk to, nothing like you would see in this world. When she was 10 I would give her the password so that she too could experience this magical realm, as you had to be 10 to be able to enter. Now in my head she would forget about it soon. I must have made an impression though.

So it took years to save the money to have the work done as we added more things to the list, did not have much money and everytime we saved something else would need that.

Years went by and the door was mentioned occasionally on her Birthday by her. So we get the money in the end and she was 9 ish.

So builder comes in a takes down the wall and we have something else there.

Daughter comes home from School and is devastated floods of tears. Really thought she had forgotten, she was upset for days.

We chuckle about it now:)

and when I made her believe that we had fairies flying in our Garden, when she told people at school I think they took the piss but I prefer to have fired her imagination, probably just fucked her up more in reality

 

 

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😂😂😂 parents are rotten!

When I was little I had a fish, goldie. She was quite big for a goldfish and I'd feed her every morning before nursery. 

Anyway one day goldie died but instead of dealing with tears for weeks my mum and dad put a bit of carrot in the tank and took me to nursery and while I was there they went to the pet shop to get another fish so I'd never know. 

But they couldn't find a fish big enough so instead got two small fish and told me goldie had had a baby. 

I didn't find out the truth til I was about 18! 😂😂

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27 minutes ago, fred quimby said:

Well mine

 

When my daughter was probably 4/5 we decided to decorate the dinning room. Stripped the wallpaper and behind it was a door frame that been left as it was with the door part bricked up and then wall papered over. We could afford to get it sorted then. I told my daughter that was a magic door way to a magical land and regaled stories of when I had been in there and the strange and amazing creatures and beings you would meet and talk to, nothing like you would see in this world. When she was 10 I would give her the password so that she too could experience this magical realm, as you had to be 10 to be able to enter. Now in my head she would forget about it soon. I must have made an impression though.

So it took years to save the money to have the work done as we added more things to the list, did not have much money and everytime we saved something else would need that.

Years went by and the door was mentioned occasionally on her Birthday by her. So we get the money in the end and she was 9 ish.

So builder comes in a takes down the wall and we have something else there.

Daughter comes home from School and is devastated floods of tears. Really thought she had forgotten, she was upset for days.

We chuckle about it now:)

and when I made her believe that we had fairies flying in our Garden, when she told people at school I think they took the piss but I prefer to have fired her imagination, probably just fucked her up more in reality

 

 

I think it's beautiful that you told your daughter about a magical land, creatures etc, beyond the door. It will, no doubt, have fired up all sorts of imaginings in her mind, and therefore added to the rich tapestry of her life - both real and fantasy. It's just a shame that you gave her the age of 10 to use, instead of a little bit older, as you and she may have been spared the tears. I'd still award you a 10 out of 10 though for your actions.

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1 hour ago, Yoghurt on a Stick said:

 

 

What!? Jesus!  You can't just leave it there, and us here, wondering? 

Ok here’s mine as well.  When my son was little I would put his favourite teddy and other toys up in the loft and tell him the roof monster would eat them unless he was good and eat his veg.  He’s now in his 30s and still apprehensive about loft hatches. You will not be surprised to learn as he got in his late teens threatening to put his stash or beer supplies didn’t have the same effect. 

Dont think that’s worth ten out of ten for parenting but he’s a strapping young man so making him eat his veg worked! 

And may I add that George the Teddy, named after the rainbow character,  is still around and my son has passed it on to his son! So the roof monster didn’t get him. 

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15 minutes ago, Ayrshire Chris said:

Ok here’s mine as well.  When my son was little I would put his favourite teddy and other toys up in the loft and tell him the roof monster would eat them unless he was good and eat his veg.  He’s now in his 30s and still apprehensive about loft hatches. You will not be surprised to learn as he got in his late teens threatening to put his stash or beer supplies didn’t have the same effect. 

Dont think that’s worth ten out of ten for parenting but he’s a strapping young man so making him eat his veg worked! 

And may I add that George the Teddy, named after the rainbow character,  is still around and my son has passed it on to his son! So the roof monster didn’t get him. 

I'll have to confess that introducing the idea of monsters to children doesn't exactly sit well with me. However, I do recognise that I've never had a child, and so have never had to care for them, which includes making them eat their veg. 

When you say 'his stash', do you mean his dope supply? If so, then that was very progressive of you to take that stance with him having it in the first place. I'm sure that making that decision would be a tricky one for many. On a personal level I wouldn't advocate the use of drugs to anybody, whereas my own dad has actually indicated that he would quite willingly murder people he considers to be drug dealers. Obviously his understanding in the area is painfully stunted.

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My dad told me when I was a kid that a haggis was an animal that lived in the mountains of Scotland.  It had 6 legs, but they were shorter on one side than the other so it could keep balanced as it ran around the mountain. He also told me that bagpipes were originally filled with porridge, and pipers would blow the porridge out to gum up the haggis' legs so it couldn't run away.

I'd love to say things got better as I got older, but they really didn't.  His favourite remains the night he soaked my gumshield overnight in tabasco sauce before I had a rugby match on the Saturday.  He was on the touchline pissing himself as I ran on the pitch and put it in my gob, and promptly started chewing the inside of my face off like I'd been on the disco biscuits all night.  I was 22 years old at this point.

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