Where Knowledge Is Taboo

| Pwllheli, Wales, UK | Parents & Guardians, Siblings

(My family have bought a Taboo game to play on holiday. Though we’ve played it before many times, some of us still have trouble with it. Some examples:)

Mum: “We should do a practice round.”

Me: “Okay. You’re on my team.”

Mum: “Okay.” *picks a card, then very deliberately says* “Ribbons.”

Me: “…What?”

Mum: “Ribbons. Oh, wait.”

Me: “Did you just tell me the word on the card?! Seriously?!”

(Another round: my brother has the word ‘bait’ on his card and tries to explain it.)

Brother: “Okay… so, you have crabs.”

Dad: *indignantly* “You might have!”

(Another try: My dad gets the name of a famous boxer on his card.)

Dad: “Okay, he ‘floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee?'”

Brother: “Err…”

Dad: “‘Floated like a butterfly,’ come on!”

Brother: “Err… Julius Caesar!”

Me: *facepalm*

(I’m sure we’ll get the hang of it eventually.)

Has Still Never Seen Swan Lake

| Portland, OR, USA | Parents & Guardians

(We were at our vacation home on a small lake. My mom didn’t always think she needed to wear her glasses.)

Mom: “It’s beautiful out there on the lake today.”

Dad: “Yeah, I’m surprised there aren’t more boaters out there.”

Mom: “I’m glad; they’d scare off the swans!”

(There was dead silence for a moment before the rest of us burst out laughing. We finally explained to my mom she was seeing ripples on the water as ‘swans.’ Now, whenever we think she needs her glasses, we ask her if she sees any swans.)

Never Watching Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes Again

| Waco, TX, USA | Children, Parents & Guardians, Sons & Daughters

(I am about four or five when the movie Twister came out on video. I spend the night at my grandmother’s and she lets me watch it without my dad knowing. Needless to say it ends up giving me nightmares.)

Me: *wakes up from nightmare of tornados chasing me, proceeds to head to my dad’s room, and wakes him up*

Dad: “What’s wrong, [My Name]? Why are you up?”

Me: “I had a bad dream about tomatoes…”

Dad: *looks at me for a bit trying to process what I just said* “Wait… what? Tomatoes?”

Me: “No, tomatoes!”

(This utterly confuses him. Fast forward about a month later of him trying to keep tomato related items away from me and thinking I’m weird. We’re currently dropping off a movie at a movie rental store and they have a Twister movie poster up and we pass it.)

Me: “Look, see! Tomatoes!” *points at it*

Dad: “That’s not a tomato; that’s a torna… oh…”

(And that was the day my dad realized I needed speech therapy…)

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