Annie's Family Funnies

    Hello Everyone:  I've started this page in the hope that it'll give you some chuckles and also provide a venue for you to add to this site with your own funny family stories.

    So here are a couple of mine to get you started.  Just send in any contributions via my home page post box.

    My daughter at eight years old had just finished doing a craft.  Interested in the outcome, her brother sat down beside her to check it out.  Thinking that he was out to destroy her new creation, she struck out at his hand.  Immediately I admonished her.  "What are you doing Joanna?"  Quickly she replied with "Sorry mom, my hand just reached over and slapped him!"

    When my children were little, I realized that our old answer machine had finally had it so I went to the Canadian Tire to buy a new one.  I bought the new machine home and happily plugged it in only to find it didn't work.  Irritated, I returned it to the store to buy another, only to find that it too didn't work.  On the third try, I came home with a new machine and plugged it in only to find that the answer light started flashing.  Knowing that no-one had called in the few seconds it had taken me to install it, I pressed the red button.  Immediately a grumpy voice came out of the machine loud and clear.  "Work, you ...(beep) thing or I'm taking you back!"

    I went upstairs to get something from my room, and my 2 year old son calls up “Mommy...pooping”, so I told him that was good. Then he called up “Elephant….pooping” so I called down “Does elephant have a diaper on?” Then it was quiet. I heard him come up the stairs. I went out to see what was happening. In the hallway laid the lid to a big Vaseline container. I panicked, envisioning Vaseline all over my carpet and furniture, I ran half way down the stairs. There was my son, sitting on a step with his stuffed elephant laying on his back, with his belly covered in Vaseline.

    It was Christmas Eve, my son was 2 and a half years old. We left two cookies out for Santa and a big glass of milk. In the morning, we came down the stairs, we saw that the cookies were gone and so was the milk. My son burst out into tears. I couldn’t figure out why he was so upset. Finally he told me that he was sad, Santa was supposed to come up and get him so they could each have a cookie together.

    I was sitting in the doctor’s waiting room with my 32 month old son. Santa walked by down the hallway. My son jumped up and screamed “Wait Santa, wait for me.” Santa turned around and bent down to give Bryan a candy cane. Bryan looked at his gloves, and said “Santa, your gloves are a little bit dirty”. Then Santa explained that the reindeer were taking a break and he had to ride a motorcycle there.

    (Kristen, Calgary)


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