Tales from the tabler household.
“Look daddy! Every time a bell rings a daughter accidentally nails her daddy in the nuts.”
My husbands poor poor family jewels..
“I was sitting on the couch, the other day, while Vivian was playing in the living room. She ran up to me, between my knees, like she usually does when she’s getting ready to crawl in my lap, but she stopped short.
“Hi! Hi, Vivian!”
I look around – she does say “ouch” when she gets an owie, but she says “ouch” for a lot of other reasons that I haven’t figured out yet.
“What’sa matter, sweetie?”
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!”
“You OK? You alright”
“What’s ouch, sweetie?”
All of a sudden, she winds up and W H A M. Knee in the groin.
“… seriously, kid? Did you get sick of Sesame Street and switch over to Three Stooges while no one was looking?”
“I think you mean ‘nyuk nyuk nyuk.'”