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Some TMI moments shared by our readers in October 2008.
When my son was little I used to sit with him in his bed and read a book to him before he fell asleep.
One night after I finished reading and we turned the light out, he rolled on his side and draped his arm over me. All of a sudden, he propped himself up on both elbows. Even in the dim light from the hall, I could make out the concerned expression on his face, so I asked him what was wrong. With as much seriousness as a four year old can muster, he says,
"I think you need to call the doctor". Why I ask, starting to get nervous. "Because I think your boobies are broken!" said my angelic little boy. Uh...excuse me??? By that point I was pretty sure I didn't want to know why he thought that, but c'mon, how can you let that go? "I think the doctor needs to fix them because they're floppy".
I had my husband read the bed time stories for the next week or so...
While in Facebook, I received a friend request from someone I went to high school with quite a few years ago. Although I couldn't recall any interactions with her (and I mean EVER), I vaguely recognized the name and her face was familiar as well. Once I confirmed the friendship, I received the usual, "hey, how have you been?" e-mail from my "new friend." So I sent back a brief reply with the usual information "great kids, work is ok" blah, blah, blah.
In return I received the e-mail of all e-mails. She tells me all about how she is in grad school and has been working in porn to pay her way through. She then proceeds to tell me how she was forced to leave the business because she was refusing to take part in certain sex acts (and she gave me the specifics which didn't provide a very pretty visual!!).
The e-mail was horrifying and although I really could have cared less about the whole thing, I couldn't take my eyes off it..the whole time just so thankful that it didn't happen in person!
One evening, I was participating in a webinar with participants from all over the U.S. Because of the interactive nature of the event, all of the attendees’ audio/mikes were enabled, meaning you could hear everyone, everywhere unless they muted themselves.
Because I was actually the presenter, I didn’t have the “mute” option. I try to not take part in these events during evening hours because my house is just too loud and busy with the kids, homework, dinner, in and out to activities, etc. My husband knew I had this webinar, and came home a bit early to get the kids ready and out of the house for whatever practice or sport they had that night.
Apparently, the two kids and my husband were running late getting out of the house. (Surprise, surprise.) My daughter yelled upstairs to my son to get a move on and come downstairs so they could leave. (Keep in mind the webinar was starting up and the leaders were having me test the audio – no mute option available).
Here is the background conversation while I, a professional and presenter, is trying to do my thing:
Daughter (screaming at the top of her lungs): Brother, come down now! We are late!
Son: I’m coming, I have to finish pooping!
Daughter: Pooping!??! This is going to take forever and we’re late.
Son: Don’t worry, I’ll be right there in a minute, I won’t even shower after.
Me (behind closed office doors): Anyone else hear that background noise? Sounds like someone else’s really obnoxious kids!
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