I was just a little confused when I was about six years old. I was having trouble "poo-ing," and after trying for what seemed like forever I ran to the living room where I cried "Mom, I'm COMPLICATED!" When she had figured out what I was talking about (and the laughter subsided) she explained to me that the words was constipated.. not complicated.
A childhood belief about weeing and pooing
others believed things like this
- I used to think that a con artist was someone who was really good at making complicated art.Anon
- I used to believe that the priest was God because everytime a child cried, he wouldn't be talking.Anon
- I used to believe the living room furniture would party after we all went to sleep.— Ellen
- I used to believe hat the news readers could see into my living room so i sed to undress behind the couch.— henri
- When I was a child I used to belive that my father had forever been a 40 years old man.— Nicola
- I thought that "Doube Bubble Toil and Trouble" was "Doube Bubble, Toilet Trouble" Anon