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| Kids are famous for this. They can come up with excuses to get out of doing just about anything. As long as they can watch TV or play on the swingset their fine. But, announce that it is time for chores or homework and the oldies, but goodies are sure to come out. Share your children's best excuses with all of us. Remember this site is written by you! This is a sizzle question and will remain on the board until interest dies out. Please click here to submit your entries. I will choose approximately 10-20 per week to post. | |||||||||
| Chief Mommy Owl - This is a tough one | |||||||||
| My daughter doesn't talk yet so I can kind of use that excuse to get out of answering this one. However, I do feel that she has all sorts of non verbal evasive maneuvers. When she doesn't want to eat something, she waves her arms up and down and if I try to sneak a spoonful in she knocks the spoon across the room. Sometimes I wish she could just fake a stomach ache instead. | |||||||||
| The Mystery Stomach Ailment- Joanne C., West Virginia | |||||||||
| As a mother of nine children, I hear many little excuses everyday. One of those days, my 4 yr. old daughter, Ashley, had a really bad stomach ache and we couldn't figure out the reason. I had given her medicine,but it hadn't seemed to work. About the same time, my 6 yr. old daughter couldn't find her diary key. Well, at the end of the day when my 4 yr. old used the restroom, we figured out both of their problems. Knowing full well that she had done it, we asked our daughter if she had swallowed her sister's key. Her reply, "Mommy, I swallowed the key, but I didn't." | |||||||||
| Editor's Note: Nine kids and you still have time to write into BabyOwls! Now that's impressive. | |||||||||
| Too Much TV - Brenda C., Mississippi | |||||||||
| I knew last year that my son had been watching too much TV. He came down in his pajamas one morning and informed me that he was too sick to go to school. I felt his forehead which was perfectly cool and asked him what was the matter. He flopped down on the couch and told me that Grandma had sent him a letter in the mail last week and now he was sick like all of the people on TV. I assured him that this was in no way funny and if he wasn't ready for school in five minutes that I was mailing him to Grandma. He asked me how I could be so mean to someone who had anthrax and went upstairs to change for school. | |||||||||
| School Supplies - Mary L., Vermont | |||||||||
| One hour after my daughter arrived home from school I told her to get out her books and start her homework. Twenty minutes later I went up to her room to check on the progress and found her sitting on the floor playing with her Barbies. I asked her what she was doing and she said that she had finished her homework. When I asked to see her assignments she said, "Well actually I can't do my homework because I left my pencils at school." I assured her that we had plenty of pencils in the house and that I would go and and get her a brand new one. She then said, "But Mom, the teacher said we can only use the special pencils she gives out at school." I kept a straight face and told my daughter I would go and call her teacher and ask her where I could buy the special pencils. My daughter suddenly remembered she had a pencil in the zipper compartment of her back pack. | |||||||||
| Lawnmover Man - Lorna H., Virginia | |||||||||
| Our house sits on about a two acre lawn which my teenage son is in charge of mowing. We have a riding mulching mower and our land is pretty flat so this really isn't that big of deal. However, whenever the lawn starts to get high out come the excuses. Early one Sunday morning I went into my son's room to remind him of his promise to mow the lawn that day. He was sitting at his computer and he all of the sudden got a very pitiful look on his face and said, "I can't mow the lawn today Mom. I twisted my ankle on my way to the bathroom this morning and I can barely walk on it." Skeptical, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and asked him if the foot was swollen and if I could take a look. He peeled off his sock to reveal his normal looking healthy foot. I told him to stop fooling around and go outside. "No really," he pleaded with me, "Look at this area." He then proceeded to point to some area near the arch of his foot. He then stood up and limped dramatically over to his bed. He just seemed so sincere at that moment I caved in and even got him some ice. I headed outside with my husband who mowed the lawn while I did the edging. When we came back inside a couple of hours later we found my son walking easily around the kitchen fixing himself a sandwich. "Hey you little rat," I said, "How did you manage to limp down the stairs and now you are walking so normally." He looked down at his foot with a mock look of amazement and shouted, "It's a miracle! I'm healed!" | |||||||||
| Oh the Torture - Phyllis E., California | |||||||||
| One Saturday afternoon I peaked in my son's room and noticed it was starting to resemble a war zone. I went downstairs to where he was playing video games and told him that when his game was finished he was to go upstairs and clean up his room. "But Mom," he whined, "this is my only day off. Can't I spend it doing what I want instead of what you want for a change?" I told him that he could spend the day doing whatever he pleased as soon as his room was clean. He sighed loudly and said, "I don't know why you insist on torturing me all the time." I stifled a laugh and walked out of the room. A half an hour later I went upstairs to check on the cleaning process and found him sitting in the middle of the mess reading a comic book. I cleared my throat to say something and he rolled his eyes and started shouting, "All right, All right I'm cleaning up already!" I decided the best response to this was no response and as I turned to leave the room I heard him mutter under his breath, "I can't get a moment's peace around this house." | |||||||||
| Editor's Note: Look out ladies. This kid is going to be someone's future husband. | |||||||||
| Food Allergies - Jennifer T., Florida | |||||||||
| My five year old has got to be one of the pickiest eaters ever born. No matter what I put on her plate she comes up with every excuse in the book not to eat. One night we were eating dinner and as usual she hadn't touched a bite. I told her that if she didn't eat then she couldn't have any chocolate pudding for desert. "But I can't eat this," she said, "I'm allergic to your cooking." Sarcastically I asked her just what she thought would happen to her if she ate her fried chicken and corn and she answered, "I think I'd vomit alot." | |||||||||