Last day of holiday in Morzine 2 up on luge with 6 year old daughter who's a stickler for the rules and keeps telling me to slow down as signed on the course. Of course I don't and we come a cropper around one fast bend, sliding down track without the luge. Huge burn on daughters forearm and we need to get back into luge to seek medical help. You can't see any sign of the burn now years later, but she doesn't hesitate to remind me of the incident whenever it's deemed to be in her interest to.
Ro5ey, yes it was!! Followed it as it left the gun thinking 'awesome.... oh shit!'
Pfffft
Imagine waking up on christmas day to receive a gameboy...
... to share...
... with your sister.
Took me ages to get enough time to complete marioland when you lose your good work every hour
My mother zipped up the end of my willy in a sleep suit
Growing up in the 70's this was a rite of passage, nowadays your mother would get reported to Social services.
As for getting your ear cut, same again the barbers we used to go to as kids would all take a notch out of your ear at some point, at the time just thought they were clumsy bar stewards but in hindsight think they were subtly letting you know they were charge and not to dick about.
Just wait till you have to 'hurt' them on purpose - giving them a real bollocking, or telling them they can't have something / can't do something.That really hurts, but in truth it's what parenting is about.
^This.
Our lads all wear parent induced/complicit physical and mental scars.
There is a face scar, delicate skin from sunburn (and now frost nip) on face and wonky arm on one.
The other has an odd scar or three on legs.
The other has barely spoken to me since I refused him going to a party (before Christmas), also wears a set of scars across his belly and chest from an avoidable MTB crash in front of me, and although scar free did manage to trip at aged two with a cheese grater in hand (having found it in a cupboard) while mrs_OAB and sister sunbathed in garden.
Toughen up princess. 😉
(Hope the little one heals quick)
Dude use a small Wahl clipper next time
Clippers? Next time? Theres not going to be a next time. The kid's going to want to keep his hair long - you can't hide a horribly disfigured ear with a no.2 buzz cut. All the other kids will point and laugh.... with their stunted chopped-off fingers.
I nicked the quick of my daughter's fingernail when she was about 6 months old. She screamed blue murder. Then of course she wouldn't let anyone do it again, panicking at the sight of nail clippers so we had no choice but to hold her down whenever they became too long. Eventually at 7 she has learned to clip them herself, but still won't let anyone help. She's going to grow up with a nail clipper phobia.
Cutting the ear is no problem, keeping the nickname 'Little Vincent' after the incident may be an issue.
I winced at almost every one of those stories! The wee guy is almost totally unaffected by the incident now and things are back to (new baby) normal. I can still feel the pressure of the scissors changing as it chopped through a wedge of skin, boke. Poor wee mite.
Thing is he's still got a load of wee longer hairs on his napper as I obviously didn't finish the haircut. I need to try and get the clippers onto him somehow, but only this morning he pointed at them and screwed up his face and said "ouchy daddy"
Shot my daughter in the neck with a paintball. 😯
Everybody looks the same in camo and face masks.
My wife dropped our then 11 month old daughter a few months ago which broke her arm, she was registered, mainly because she'd dropped her in fright when a spider ran across her shoulder. Accidents happen
Dislocated an elbow, shut a hand in a car door, clipped tip of a finger, induced a reflex anoxic seizure by tickling. Accidents happen.
I'm not, however, forgiven for switching off the wifi mid game after five calls for dinner. It's all relative.
Another one guilty of nicking my daughters finger with nail clippers. She screamed for ages and I felt terrible.
My Dad dropped a piece of house brick on my head when I was about 5.
He was putting a new window frame in my bedroom and I was insisting on helping him.
He had a big hammer and bolster at the top of the frame, and I walked underneath with my little hammer at the wrong moment.
I can still remember my mum letting rip at him.
The vicar in our village broke his sons arm whilst strapping him into a car seat.. he was struggling and his dad gave him a firm push back into the seat and accidentally bent his arm the wrong way.
Had to take him upto A&E in his dog collar.... awkward!
