Family codes and rituals
Freddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
( , Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
Freddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
( , Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
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Waving goodbye
I know this isn't a unique phenomenon, but from time immemorial everyone in the family, wherever they're going, has to be waved from the door of the house for as long as they're visible.
Leaving the grandparents', and we (big sister and I) would be embarrassingly stuck in the back of the Metro for what seemed for an eternity from the backseat, while Dad finished packing the car, reversed out the driveway, checked soft toy attendance, ran back inside to collect Pongo the gorilla, and drove off. Then we'd be chased half-way down the road, mercifully without white handkerchiefs.
I had this for about 10 years of leaving for school as well, every morning. Waving with one hand, while cycling away. I realised eventually this ritual would end when I stopped waving back. I don't have anything against any family members, but I think the neighbours thought my parents were potty.
Length: Depends how long the road was.
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 22:28, Reply)
I know this isn't a unique phenomenon, but from time immemorial everyone in the family, wherever they're going, has to be waved from the door of the house for as long as they're visible.
Leaving the grandparents', and we (big sister and I) would be embarrassingly stuck in the back of the Metro for what seemed for an eternity from the backseat, while Dad finished packing the car, reversed out the driveway, checked soft toy attendance, ran back inside to collect Pongo the gorilla, and drove off. Then we'd be chased half-way down the road, mercifully without white handkerchiefs.
I had this for about 10 years of leaving for school as well, every morning. Waving with one hand, while cycling away. I realised eventually this ritual would end when I stopped waving back. I don't have anything against any family members, but I think the neighbours thought my parents were potty.
Length: Depends how long the road was.
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 22:28, Reply)
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