My husband and I have one son together. My son had a terrible habit of talking about his "balls". My husband taught him that they are not "balls", but testicles. Now wasn't that wonderful of him???????? He talks about them all of time and corrects anyone that says balls.
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My mother always use to tell me and my brother when we were kids, "Don't do anything bad, or i'll get the screw driver. You know what happens after that? I'm going to unscrew your belly button and your butt will fall off." So I tried my best to be a good girl (never was of course) and so did my brother. To her knowledge, her theory worked, until my brother got into trouble and she said that line. He gave her a look and said, "Not-uh! 'cuz I tried that and it didn't work!"
i use to believe that belly buttons are the parts involved during sex, that is that belly button of male and female gets tied and they will have baby...after seeing some dogs in my street having connected backwards!
I used to believe that the skin next to you elbow was called Mustard. So, when my brother and I were bored we'd complain to my mother that "MY MUSTARD IS BROKEN!" Too funny....
This one is actually my sister's. When she was about 4 she asked my mom what the belly button was for. My mom told her it was connected to your butt and it held it up by a string.
Well, years went by and my sister was in middle school. She had to take the requisite sex-ed class and the teacher asked if anyone knew what the belly button was for. My sister's hand shot up and she said, "I know, I know. It holds your butt up!" Everyone in the class started laughing at her and she was mortified, and to this day (she is now 38) I think she is still upset with my mom about it.
When I was in kindergarten a kid told me that moles were really iniature moles (the animals) that had dug into your skin then reached back out and cut off their tales.
I used to think that scabs were God's bandaid.
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i used to think that if you were underwater or couldn't breathe through your mouth or nose you could breathe through your bottom!
When i was a kid I always played with my belly button... my Mum told me to stop playing with it or else it would unscrew and my Bum would drop off! So I left the fluff alone!
I used to believe that I had a fly inside my eye - for years! When I was six, a fly went right into my left eye and of course flew away instantly but I thought for years that I had remainings of it inside my eye...
Just recently I stopped believing if you rip out your belly button there would be a cord and it would let your spirit free.
needless to say if depression kicked in people'd always say "Did someone stab you?"
As a young boy I was told that if you make a fist with your hand, your heart will also assume the shape of a fist.
And to boot, the thought of it really disturbed me, so I tried to avoid making fists or clenching my fingers whenever possible.
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I used to believe that your bottom teeth were actually in your bottom
when i was little i thought that if you eat many sweeties, one day you can take your teeth out... just like false teeth.
as a matter of fact i used to believe that dentures were not false at all but that once you get old your gums get loose to the point that you can take them out.
i didn't like to brush my teeth and thought it would be easier that way.
I used to think that when you signed an organ donor card, they would come and take you away and take your organs out straight away. I remember watching my mum fill one in, getting really upset and running off with it and tearing it up! I didn't want them to come and kill her!
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When I was about 5, I used to believe that when a woman got pregnant, all she needed to do was press her belly button, and a baby would pop out.
My uncle Michael was bald and I remember asking him where his hair was. He replied that it had blown off one day in the wind and it was in the tree in the garden at the front of the house. I used to always look into the tree to see if I could find his hair for him so he could put it back on his head. Even when I grew older and I knew it wasn't true, I couldn't get out of the habit of looking up at the tree every time I passed it, subconsciously searching for his hair.
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When I was younger I used to believe that if I rubbed my eyes the color for my eye would smear. And I always checked in the mirror.
This doesn't really fit into any of the bad habit categories, but I've got to confess.
I used to have a habit of picking the fluff out of my belly button whilst sitting watching TV.
My mum tried to deter me from this practise by telling me that if my constant fidgiting made my belly button loose, my bum would fall off.
All this succeeded in doing was keeping me rooted to the couch in fear that if I stood up, I may well leave my bum behind.
This isn't my belief, but a friend of mines. It was the funniest one I've heard. When she was young, she believed that if you poked your belly button, you would fly.