I don’t remember this anymore but my mother tells a vivid story. A story of a proud son who horrified his mother with an extra grande #2. Hearing her tell the story has me howling with laughter every time.
Sounds like a good opportunity to have the kids practice doing drywall repair. If they're gonna be putting holes in the wall or at risk of pissing off someone willing to do so, they need to be good at fixing the consequences...
Solid and sound advice but, like most things there is negative downside. Let's just say don't ever pissoff a handyman aka jack-of-all-trades. We like solving problems and we'll absolutely guaranteed to get the job done; quick; efficiently; and leave no mess behind.
Yes, handymen are very good at troubleshooting, "troubleshooting," and other miscellaneous problem solving tasks. I don't doubt that if someone can fix and hide a fist shaped hole, then they can do the same to a body shaped one (or just go with the septic tank strat). Besides, I'm sure that plastic sheeting used to seal up crawlspaces can be used for other purposes.
Used to joke that the only reason I didn't become a janitor is because having grown up in rural New England my skill set is eclectic enough, if I start introducing myself as a cleaner, law enforcement is going to draw the wrong conclusions.
@@Sarcasmarkus That's when you learn first aid. How to preform triage. How to clean and dress wounds and burns. How immobilize broken limbs and how to apply tourniquet and pressure bandages.
In college we had guys who cleaned the bathrooms in the dorms every night. Story goes one guy found a massive log in the toilet, walked out into the hallway and yelled "I'm not a lumberjack!" at the top of his voice. He actually had to use a hanger to chop it up enough for it to flush.
A lot of toilets manufactured now can take things almost as wide as a baseball without breaking a sweat. No matter how big of Snickers bar or Tootsie roll you drop in the pool.
@@DuelingDexperts Manufacturing techniques have progressively made the process of moulding a larger trapway that much easier. All while making toilets capable of slamming .6-.8 GPF down to really force the contents of the bowl out.
If that were my house the 10yo would be getting a lesson on patching walls and doors, while the 13yo would get a nice weekend at grandma's for the heat to die down.
At 10y I was that passionate about the things I was proud of. At 35y I'm proud of the mass and girth in the bowl. I can't say I've ever been moved to violent over a turd, but I can see how this happened.
Kinda glad my brother has 10 years on me. By the time I was old enough to be annoying he was a teen/college student so I didn't have long to annoy him much and he was old enough not to mess with my young brain
Yeah, have a story of my youngest brother chasing me with twin chefs knives that became door ornaments. They bend but once they break, they go nuclear. Ya learn that once if you're smart.
If they're unstable enough to come at you with sharp objects, be stable enough to retiate wih blunt objects till they beg you to stop. Generally works to calm them down.@@sadmageboi472
Dad used to joke that my grandma on my mom's side. Had to call out for a stick because my grandpa dropped some massive ones that clogged the toilet and almost backed it up.
My aunt is the oldest of 3 kids with 2 brothers. I only have a sister and the story she tells me of when my dad and uncle were growing up im surprised he lived long enough to make me 😂
Haha yeah that’s about how me and my brother got along. Used to terrorize me at every opportunity, never quite learned that a crazy beats big every time XD Stopped when I got taller than him tho lol.
Reminds me what happened to my older brother and I back in the 90s. It was my time on our desktop computer. I was playing a game and my brother kept on messing with me. He wouldn't stop so I grabbed the closest thing to me. It was a can of Pledge. I emptied it in his face and threw the can at him. He chased me in my room and I got the door shut and locked before he got me. He was pounding on my door so I grabbed my aluminum baseball bat, opened the door and chased him in the kitchen. He got there in time to grab a knife and when I had the bat up, he damn near sliced my face open. Good times
I'm the eldest of four and my two youngest are disabled. The third (eldest of the two two youngest disabled) is also SERIOUSLY sensitive when it came to emotions, a fact the other often would rile him up into emotional break-downs about growing up. One day when we were younger I was babysitting the three while our parents were out when the eldest-whose a freaking genus in our family-started on him. For some reason this got to me more than normal and next thing I remember I had him locked OUT of the house and I was chasing him around the yard with a base bat bat!!!
I remember in college I found a turd in the bowl that was so big it wouldn’t flush. Like a perfectly rectangular brick. It sat there for three days before they did something about it. By the end of the semester we found out who laid that log: it was my next door neighbor. Apparently he had too much protein. 🤷🏻♂️😂
The punching the hole in the wall reminded me of my dad. He taught me yow to patch a wall after i punched my first hole 😅 (I have adhd and anyone that has it knows the adhd rage that can go from 1-1000 in a split second)
He said it's healthy to take my anger out instead of bottling it up. However breaking things isn't an answer so he got me a punching bag. But teaching me how to patch a wall is a useful life skill
ADHD rage is a new one to me lol, but I'm also autistic and generally a pretty mild mannered person cause so much stuff that bothers normies doesn't even register to me.
@@kylehenline3245 I can go from 0-100 in a second. Like recently my family was moving a new fridge in and I kept telling my family to wait and stop pushing it while I moved a table out of the way a bit but the kept pushing even tho I kept telling them to stop (they just didn't hear me coz the plastic n bubble wrap on the fridge were quite loud) Anyway I looked at my dad and said "excuse me" and hot the door next to me with my first just to get my frustration out. Apparently it surprised my dad but I didn't break anything. I just needed to get it out real quick and then I was fine 😂😂
Can confirm, my sister left scars in my arms from digging her claws in and I have bad hearing from her nonstop noise for her whole life and she never lost her voice, she quieted down in the past few years, but the effects stay
My brother was mostly a slapper growing up, but there was the time he stabbed me in the cheek with a mechanical pencil with some graphite sticking out; 20 yrs later and you can still kinda make out where he hit me. At least when he hit me in the face with the wiffle bat it was an accident, and I was dumb enough to stand behind him as he swung.
If the kid needs more fiber, apples! Honestly my favorite fruit, plus they’re so versatile! Really love them raw, but I am looking to make an apple-cherry pie.
Family legend of my stepfather who found an unflauhed turd in the toilet and was so angry. He scooped it out and wandered around the house asking who's it was...
The kids need fiber and more water. Probably reduce carbs. I had an older sibling whose fecal deposits were from wrist to elbows on a regular basis. A time or two was fist to shoulder.
I'm the oldest of 3, Middle Brother is 3 years younger than me, and Little Sister is 7 years younger than him & 10 years younger than me... Middle Brother made a wooden fuel tanker truck in High School. Little Sister was playing with it on Mum and Dad's bed. Middle Brother demanded it back to the point where Little Sister THREW it at him! Turns out the Primary School girl had quite an arm on her, got him right in the forehead, still has the scar....
Fiber is the LAST thing that kid needs if he's already running logs that would make an Oregon lumberjack sweat. What he really needs is more regularity before they can build up to that size. Try prune juice in a smoothie, and upping the hydration intake.
lol, i remember that one time when i was little (like pre-school age), i had thrown a wooden fence post after my sister; and since she didn't have the courtesy to get hit it went through a window... I cannot remember what she did to set me off but it wasn't good enough a reason for my mother not to punish me... however i can still remember the rage prior to the throw and the shock/embarrassment as soon as i saw the window breaking. little me was a force of nature and had way too much strength than was good for any child.
My youngest tried to see the respawn animation of my oldest. Not a euphemism, he thought people respawn just like video games, and tried to stab his older bro while bro was sleeping.
Good old times, I remember when i was a teen and annoyed my little brother so much that he went to the kitchen and took a meat cleaver and tried to hack trought a door to kill me.
first time ive ever thought the word "murderturd" without it actually taking about 30 minutes to a hour and almost popping eyes out of head with the pressure involved ... Also i have a quiet younger daughter and a noisy older daughter of about the same age gap, there has already been 2 occasions where the younger has snapped, knocked her sister over and then attempted to cave her head in, keep saying the same thing to the older daughter "one of these days you will do something and if your lucky, your sister will put you in hospital, it youre unlucky well, you wont have to worry then" she ignores it every time
For me the 10 year old would get a lecture about how you can’t attack people over a mistake and to understand intent before reacting. The 13 year old would learn how to fix drywall and doors and a very important lesson on how your actions might not have a current effect but when they do have their effect it’s your responsibility to take accountability for them. The older one caused the damage through his past behavior leaving an unspoken intent and this was the consequence of his past choices. The younger one was understandably angry but the reaction was unjustified. That’s how I’ve done it with my sword students
As the younger sibling, we will eventually snap. The amount of times I drew blood from my brother as a child is too many to count (he started it 99% of the time)
No idea what it's like to be or to have a middle sibling, it's just my brother and I cause we don't have any other siblings. Being the older one I did get yelled at a lot even if I really didn't do anything. My brother got special treatment cause he's autistic, a fair amount of the time he took advantage of that and I can't deny that some of the stuff was my fault. Our fighting is for the most part just typical brotherly love 😂
As 1 of 8 with 2 younger brothers, yeah this is par for the course. We all get on each other's nerves & get in sparring matches fit for the octagon but let someone else mess with one of the younger siblings & we all show up like the Spartans ready to go medieval on the poor shmuck.
my autistic brother has the side effect of autism where he would wait until his large intestine is full and would shit the whole thing out at once because his body doesnt know to shit when stuff reaches the end of the journey so he would poop himself while playing legos cuz he didnt realize thats why his stomach hurt. man size shits in a diaper etc
Welcome to our shit show, we got fun and games. We got everything jay could want, so he can get laid. (Read/sing it to the tune of welcome to the jungle)
