Why, of course, that makes sense

[packman]

The above reminded me of the story I used to tell my granddaughter (until she got wiser) about how we made shampoo. The Shams lived on a little island happy and joyful. At night they would all climb trees and poo the night away. Men would come in boats the next day to scoop up the Sham poos and mix it up with sweet smelling Per fume (smells made by the Pers) and would bottle them for little boy and girls to use in the bathtub.

[Cirque du So-What]

1. On a family camping trip

I told my granddaughters (9 & 7) that I had found a patch of wild corn dogs (mature cattails). I plucked a few and took them back to our campsite, exclaiming all the way that we were in for a real treat. Neither one said a word in protest against my preposterous claims. When we got back, they announced my discovery to all & sundry, which was met with bemused expressions and eye rolls. Seeing that no one was willing to call out my BS, I was obligated to ratchet up the crazy. I squeezed a ribbon of mustard onto one and prepared to take a bite, but my 9-year-old granddaughter had pity on me and called out my obvious ploy.

[lunatica]

3. Don't be surprised when they sit you in the hallway and ignore you

[Cirque du So-What]

4. I'm already an embarrassment

I was visiting their house and one of them was playing with a friend. I said hello to the little girl and my granddaughter whispered something to her friend, who giggled. I asked her later what she had said: ‘don’t pull his finger!’

[lunatica]

5. LOL!

That’s one way of becoming famous!

[Iggo]

2. That last one's true.