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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The washing up
Every night in my house after we all watched Coronation Street and had our tea my mum would tell me and my brother to do the washing up. Cue 20 minutes of fighting about who's washing and who's drying. You see my brother, he was wise to my crafty drying technique. Ever the boy scientist I thought I had mastered the domain of drying the dishes by letting them sit there for hours, evaporating all the sudsy goodness so all I had to do was put them away. My brother became all too wise to this and after routinely beating me for doing it came up with a most noble retort. This involved him pouring a jug of cold water all over the crockery every 15 minutes so they'd remain wet meaning I'd have to dry them.
Oh the fun we had, the longest stand off went on for three days with him even setting his alarm clock to get up two or three times during the night to wet the lot and in turn wash away my dreams of a washing up free childhood.
( , Mon 24 Nov 2008, 0:55, 2 replies)
Every night in my house after we all watched Coronation Street and had our tea my mum would tell me and my brother to do the washing up. Cue 20 minutes of fighting about who's washing and who's drying. You see my brother, he was wise to my crafty drying technique. Ever the boy scientist I thought I had mastered the domain of drying the dishes by letting them sit there for hours, evaporating all the sudsy goodness so all I had to do was put them away. My brother became all too wise to this and after routinely beating me for doing it came up with a most noble retort. This involved him pouring a jug of cold water all over the crockery every 15 minutes so they'd remain wet meaning I'd have to dry them.
Oh the fun we had, the longest stand off went on for three days with him even setting his alarm clock to get up two or three times during the night to wet the lot and in turn wash away my dreams of a washing up free childhood.
( , Mon 24 Nov 2008, 0:55, 2 replies)
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