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I used to believe that when you ate a tic-tac it tumbled down to your left big toe
When my brother was little, he could never sit down, even to eat. My mother told him that if he stood while eating, all the food would go to his feet and they would get huge, but he wouldn't grow an inch. She told me, too, but I always sat anyway
I had my third child when my oldest was only 4 years old. I took it for granted that he understood what breastfeeding was since I had breastfed his younger brother for a year and now was breastfeeding his little sister. One night when I was feeding her on the couch, I winced and sort-of let out a yelp as she first latched on. My oldest son was watching and said, "Mommy, do you want me to go get her a bottle so she doesn't have to eat your body?" It was so sweet and pitiful! I tried to explain breastfeeding as best as you can to a 4 year old!
In my stomach, at the age of about six, food went into different rooms - broccoli into one room, mashed potato into another. This was the best excuse I had come up with to justify having plenty of room for ice cream but none for the vegetables on my plate. Rather ingenious, I think.
Once when I was little, my mom brought me a happy meal. I had to use the bathroom, but I wanted my hamburger NOW so I decided to eat it while using the bathroom, and my mom said no. I kept asking why, and she said that if you eat while using the bathroom, you die. That left me very traumatized for a long time. I refused to even chew gum if I had to use the bathroom.
I used to think when I ate, the food would go to my stomach, then it would stay in there and never come out, and one day it would get so full I would have to go to the doctors and get it taken out.
When I was about 5, I heard the term, "You Are What You Eat" for the first time. I wouldnt eat any vegtibles, fruits or beef for a week.
I used to believe that a little boy lived inside my stomach (which took up my whole abdomen of course) and floated around in the water in an eggshell picking through my food to get what he liked best. This probably came from me watching my mother have my baby brother when I was 5.
I used to believe if you ate something greasy & then drank a cold drink, the grease in your stomach would become a solid mass. WHY? Because my Mom used to pour her grease from cooking into old soup cans, put it in the fridge & it would be solid!! Made perfect sense to me!!
When I was little, I used to believe that there was a compartment that had the exact shape of the food that you ate. (e.g. when we ate hot dogs, there was a compartment shaped exactly like a hot dog that it filled up.). When I would say that I was full, I would say that "there's still the dessert compartment left to fill up!"
I used to believe that if I eat blueberries,strawberries or any berries I would turn the color of the berry. I geuss it is my fault for watching Willy
Wanka And The CholchletFactory, so much.
i once thought there was a mean little monter in my tummy and if i didnt eat it would get mad and growl, and if i ate to much it would go crazy(giving me a tummyache) so somtimes i would talk to it and ask it to be nice to my tummy.
Thanks to a book my first grade teacher read to us once, I used to believe that using my thumb to push food onto my fork would cause fruits and vegetables to sprout out of my thumb.
I used to believe that a town of little people lived in my stomach and that everything I ate or drank went through their little factories and then they would eat it too. I used to pretend that I would have conversations with the head of the factories about what things I should eat or drink more of since they were running out. I had a very active imagination. :)
I used to believe when i was eating food that it was a family. MUMS AND DADS AND KIDS. ALL the different food types on my plate being different members of the family!!! If i did not eat it all I would split the family up and they would be devestated. However IF i ate all the food then they got to go on a trip into my body ( which to them was a theme park with rides etc) My Throat being a slide and other various attractions were my tummy which was s ticky wall they spun around in. I always felt so guilty if I didnt eat ALL my meals. I watched the remainders being binned and wondered if the family were mad at me !!!!!!!!!!!
I thought the human body was essentially hollow and when you ate, the food went all the way down to your feet and started taking up space. When it got all the way up to your neck, then you'd throw up.
When I was young (around age 7) my Grandmother used have really great sayings. There's one in particular that I remember with fondness she used to say whenever someone was coughing from having some food or drink that went down the wrong way. She'd say something like "Oops, that went down your Monday pipe, and here it is Friday". This quaint little turn of phrase led me to conclude that I had 7 different pipes that lead to my stomach!
I used to believe that there was a loud speaker just above my stomach (inside) that when I was thinking to myself it was announcing it to all the "little creatures" inside of me working. I thought that these "little creatures" were the ones who kept running around making things work.
When I was little, I believed I could only eat soup while humming. Ever time I sipped my soup, I'd go "mmmmm" to make sure it worked. Then, one day, I realised I didn't need to do this, and I just stopped.
I believed I had some workers in my stomache who were working and cutting all the food I ate. And when I had a stomach-ache, my dad was telling me that these workers want to work and that they are getting bored so I have to help them and to take something to eat.