When my son was 2 he would scream if I tried to clean him up in the shower. One summer day he was happily running through the lawn sprinkler. I told him that if he were able to play in the sprinkler, then he is able to take a shower. He stopped, stood still, thought about it, and said ,"Okay ".
I had the cat clock in my bedroom when I was younger.
Technically you are correct. The earliest definition of stupid that I have found is the inability to think due to brain damage. Stupid does not have a cure.That is unless big pharma has found a pill to regrow brain cells, connecting neurons, and veins and arteries.
In High School just before the end of the school year I fractured my right thumb playing dodge ball. I tried to catch the ball and my thumb was in the wrong place. The impact knocked off a very small bone chip.However, that was where the tendon attached to the thumb. If it were to move the tendon would be severed and I would not be able to use my thumb. I was placed in a cast from the tips of all 5 fingers to my arm pit for SIX WEEKS during the summer.
Yes, yes indeed.
This reminds me of a time when my son was about two years old. He started to throw a tantrum. I told him that nothing was going to change. He kept on fussing until he realized that he was having trouble breathing. This caused him more consternation. I told him that if he were to keep it up, then he would pass out and sleep it off. He decided to calm down and stop fussing. There never was a second tantrum.
Cosi Fan Tutti Frutti is an album by Squeeze
In Northern Virginia there is West Ox Road. Sometimes I would help a couple at church by driving their kids around to and from wherever. The vehicle was a Ford LTD Station Wagon. There was one hill that I could not see down until after I had started down. There was a side street at the bottom and I always prayed that no one had stopped to make the turn.
When I grew up, the TV broke and was not replaced. We played outside.