My Mum used to suck the glass out like a cuddly northern vampire
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Earliest memories Page 2
I think my mum would have had to bite/yank it off, so embedded it was.
Ew.
I remember when my friends Chucky, Phil & Lil and my cousin Angelica were watching Reptar On Ice.
P.S. Do not Google "The Rugrats Theory"... I said do NOT!
Quote: Booo @ September 17 2012, 9:12 PM BSTI remember when I was 3, two quite distinctive and important points:
My first poo in the pink potty (I also had a blue one, for wees), and the time I trod on broken glass in the kitchen, barefoot. My mum taking me to the clinic, saying it won't hurt, and it f**king did.
Two potties! You are Princess Anne and I claim my £5.
Quote: keewik @ September 17 2012, 10:46 PM BSTTwo potties! You are Princess Anne and I claim my £5.
Quote: Booo @ September 17 2012, 9:12 PM BSTI remember when I was 3, two quite distinctive and important points:
My first poo in the pink potty (I also had a blue one, for wees)
As I've alluded to elsewhere, poos and wees, in my experience, are contemporaneous.
So was it pink for poo and no wee? Or did you have to change potties half way through to complete the wee in the blue one?
If you'd been born into the gentry you'd probably have had a pale green one for 'thinking about it' as well and a yellow one for sloppies.
So she's not Princess Anne. Oh well, a fiver wouldn't have gone far anyway.
Quote: Oldrocker @ September 17 2012, 11:44 PM BSTAs I've alluded to elsewhere, poos and wees, in my experience, are contemporaneous.
So was it pink for poo and no wee? Or did you have to change potties half way through to complete the wee in the blue one?
You're right, but potty training is hard and each child is different. My own was a nightmare when it came to pooing, she'd want to do it in her pull-ups instead. I think my mum was just trying to appease me. Being a madam from an early age I insisted on having 2 potties for the first few weeks of the training. I'm sure there was a lot of hit and miss to begin with, but I don't recall it.
See, now you've made me go on and on about shit.
I remember going on picnics after kindy, so I was 3/4. growing up I had a image in my head of a friend standing by a particular car. I thought it was something I dreamed because I only ever knew them to have entirely different car. Somehow in conversation a few years ago my Mum mentioned the car this friend had when they'd first meet. Was the one from my 'dream'. I must have been 2 or 3 when they had that car
Quote: Tuumble @ September 17 2012, 12:58 PM BSTI can clearly remember being bathed in the sink by my dear departed mum
Afterwards, did she put you in the Tuumble dryer?
Quote: don rushmore @ September 18 2012, 10:01 AM BSTAfterwards, did she put you in the Tuumble dryer?
Badum Tishhh!
No.
Quote: Tuumble @ September 17 2012, 2:19 PM BSTAh, yes - the free milk. I was milk monitor and always finished first. I guess I had a head start.
I was a milk monitor too - and experienced my very first redundancy - thanks to Thatcher!
Quote: Booo @ September 17 2012, 9:12 PM BSTI remember when I was 3, two quite distinctive and important points:
My first poo in the pink potty (I also had a blue one, for wees), and the time I trod on broken glass in the kitchen, barefoot. My mum taking me to the clinic, saying it won't hurt, and it f**king did.
I'm also curious about the technique adopted, or not, when both functions were performed simultaneously. Were the 2 potties co-joined? Perhaps with a sluice gate and a series of valves built in?
Quote: Booo @ September 18 2012, 6:37 AM BSTI'm sure there was a lot of hit and miss to begin with, but I don't recall it.
See, now you've made me go on and on about shit.
'Hit and miss'? Are they typos?
[quote name="Brian Bickerstaffe" post="914860" date="September 20 2012, 6:37 PM BST"]I was a milk monitor too - and experienced my very first redundancy - thanks to Thatcher!
Thatcher, Thatcher Milk Snatcher!
Yeah...no redundancy pay-off, no pension....nothing!
Cast on the scrap heap at 11. I organised a picket line outside the gates, but to no avail. One of the first to be f**ked by Thatcher....
Too young for a paper round too.
Hey, but not too young to sell my ass to the local priest! He should have been a milk monitor - he never left an empty behind.
It's what she would have wanted.