Lay My Hat

The mug/egg thread has made me think about things we were told as children and just accepted as being true. I took great pleasure in telling my kids all sorts of rubbish, never thinking for a moment that they would actually believe it......although it did backfire slightly when OH was working abroad for a well known cereal company and it transpired that my girlie had told all her mates that her Dad was actually Tony the tiger and spent the week handing out free cereal to French people in supermarkets (he was actually managing their IT systems in the run up to the millennium Y2K) I got in a bit of trouble for that one

i worked with a lady who told her two children that the music played on the ice cream van (the one that drives around the streets) was to tell everyone that it had run out of ice cream

how cruel is that!?

Didn't realise we had worked together vacancesthezan

Ann's business was children's nurseries - the cook at one of the branches told the children that lunch that day was "chicken lips", it was actually chicken nuggets but the kids loved them anyway.
Several weeks later one of the mum's when collecting her precious asked where she got the "chicken lips" from; she couldn't find them anywhere and her child loved them.

I am loving this thread. Every post is a winner. Several years ago my grandson told his school mates that his dad was the manager of the Pokémon card factory. Result: Instant huge popularity.

I told my daughter that Golden Syrup was made of crushed lions and that's why there was a picture of a lion on the tin. She believed it for many, many years. It's not so much fun now they are grown up, but she will still occasionally start to tell people something that she firmly believes to be the case and only tail off when I start snorting with laughter.

I was going to post a funny one I told Mrs teapot, but I love her too much to make fun out of her.

When I left home and was living in a flat in the 70's we were all having a conversation about how mean parents could be. It was turning into a bit of a "4 Yorkshire Men" for me so I told them my dad used to go around and steal those collection boxes which stood outside shops. (Those of a certain age may remember the little boy with polio and calipers on his legs shown below). I said dad sawed the feet off to get the money out and there were loads under my bed and in my wardrobe which was one of the reasons I left home.

I really didn't expect to be believed so I was horrified a week later when one of my flat mates was repeating the story in the pub to someone. The more I insisted it was a joke and really wasn't true they though I was just embarrassed and back tracking. There's probably still folk in Whitley Bay who talk about my horrible dad!

The day my children foind out that I was Father Christmas one of them asked if I was the tooth fairy too? Sadly yes. But then the other said but the miney soider is real isn't it? A shake of my head and they both left childhood behind.

enid wrote: the miney soider

The what?

Whoops the money spider I meant to say

Good Lord, it's after wine o'clock!

Moliere wrote:Good Lord, it's after wine o'clock!