Mum and Dad thought they had a burgler as strange noise's could be heard in the night, father armed himself with his rifle mother hiding closely behind him they ventured to the bathroom BOO it was me on the thrown doing my 1st log apparentaly with a big grin on my face.....my mum still tells folk the tale today of how proud she was of me for going it alone that memorable night

..and you were, what, 12 or 13

Why did I beat you to it

I've been getting broody lately (I have no Idea why with 6 of the lil brats running around).... but thankyou for these tales, I shall now be keeping my legs firmly crossed

Yes, it's fair to say that modest quantities of cask conditioned ale also featured in the proceedings. Bumhole was in tatters by the end of it all, but wouldn't hesitate to do it all over again!

Oh, the visual!.....and I can call you Poopy for 1 more post

A 13 year-old on the throne looking at the pictures in the Beano.

Note to self.....must try and remember what pictures I was looking at when seated on the crapper at 13.

I know for fact we had a book shelf next to the bog and I used to read Beryl the Peril

I repeat...lucky bugger

Bumholes heal......cask ales are not as easily found as pain-in-the-ass is.

I hope that "modest" quantities is British understatement.

In our house the bog was actually referred to as the library...no joke!

We did, of course, have a higher literary standard.

Congratulations
I finally got the cot broken down and OH insisted on stuffing it in black bags and stowing it in the attic. Like theres going to be more
He's so funny. Three is plenty and we are down to night nappies only, I like it better that way. I'm too old to do any more little babies, but apparently he's getting into the swing of it now. It's only taken him 20 flippin years
So now I have decided all women should marry men who are about 15yrs older than they are, so you are in the baby raising mode at the same time.

My hubby is nine years older than me... maybe that is why he is such a good daddy?

my daughters had a few of those diapers... and when they did you could bet money on it that what ever clothing that was covered had to go over their head! Luckly the ones I had I could strip them off and hose them right down in the tub!

Oh!!! think yourselves lucky!!!!!!!!!!!.......my eldest used to (I swear!!) do those 'explosions'every morning,about an hour before dawn,undo his nappy>escape from his cot>then rub the poo all over himself,just like 'war paint' in his hair as well>then what was left over would be rubbed into every 'nook and cranny' he could reach in his bedroom,including the underneath of cabinet shelves,toys would join in the 'fun'>then,when he was satisfied with his efforts,he would escape from his bedroom (I never did find out if he slide through the bars of his 'kiddie gate' or slithered over the top!),but he'd come into my bedroom and stand by the side of my bed until the stink woke me up.....he'd be completely naked,except for the covering of 'warpaint!'....and he'd happily say 'mawing mummy,he's here!!!!!!',and wait for my shriek!!!!!........this was EVERY SINGLE MORNING FOR ABOUT 5 WEEKS! until I took him to the SAAFA sister,and she told me to try not putting a nappy on him at night.............he never did it again from that night,went on his potty ever since,and never once even wet his bed!!!!! Little bugger!!!!!!!!!
OH!!! such joyful memories!!!!!!!!!

haha - the fave tale in our house was my younger sister. My mum had taken us both somewhere and my sister needed the loo. my mum let her go in to the loos herself but when she didnt come out after an appropriate time - went in to check. My sister was apparently having a hard time! and was slapping herself on the top of her head to help things along (like smacking the bottom of a ketchup bottle!).

Yuck, you might have to double bag his bum.