“When I was 9, my teeth were so messed up that I had to wear “headgear” to create more space for my overcrowded mouth. The only say I had in the matter was choosing the color; either clear plastic or pink, which I hated. I asked them if there was any way possible that they could make it electric green, because apparently, that would make me look “cool.” The dental assistant shook her head and looked at the ground. I sighed and chose clear. Apparently, she checked the wrong box on the order form because when it was time to pick up the contraption, it came out of the box hot pink. Mortified, I begged my mom not to make me wear the pink thing to school. Fortunately for me, I had a very understanding mother. So, I only wore it at home and on car trips to see my grandparents.”
(submitted by Caitlin)
Giving Turds of Misery a run for their money.
(submitted by Darryl)
“My dad owned a restaurant in Austin and they had the bear from the Paul Newman film The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean come to a party. This is the 1970’s so a loose bear drinking Lone Star and being fed tootsie rolls from little kids mouths was okay… right?”
(submitted by Alysa)
“My 8 & 9 year old sons had a huge fight which got the 9 year old sent to the room that they share. A few hours later, the 8 year old comes to me with a note he found under his pillow. I could only see the side that said “I hate you” and was just starting to explain that sometimes people say things they don’t mean when they’re angry, when he flipped it over revealing the reason why he looked so devastated. My 9 year old denies he was the one who wrote it to this day, but it is clearly not my handwriting.”
(submitted by Amanda)