That's your kid

There comes a time in almost every parent's, parenting career's, that the behaviors of their children must be questioned.

Such displayed behaviors can often lead the parent or parents, to think that such nonsense could not possibly come from them!

"That aint my kid!"

Whether it's the picking of the noses and then wiping the "nose innards" on the wall next to their beds, left only to then petrify and scratch the mother's arm while cleaning, or a popular phrase from a movie repeated over and over...

"When you are man, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room. It is for fun."

It's these moments, when being played out, that each parent tries to put the blame on one another.

I, for one, have never walked around with a brazier on my head.

Now then, my husband on the other hand... (I kid! I kid!)

I, for one, never pull my pants down to scratch.

I scratch on the outside.

"Who's kid is this?!

...drinking the muddy water that has pooled on top of the jungle gym thingy?"

Most definitely, not mine!

Yeah sure, in my early years I was known to pick up a total stranger's chewed up gum off of the ground, pick the rocks out of the wad of gum, then place it inside of my very own mouth, a time or two. But I was a deprived child!

This kid watches TV like this, all of the time. I believe it comes from a recessive gene...on his father's side.

Check out that weird kid!

I can only claim one of these creeps. But such odd behavior tends to attract fellow beings, that act in a similar manner.

I know it's happened to other parents. And I know if it hasn't happened yet, it is bound to happen.

"It" being the peculiar and silly mannerisms portrayed from the parent's "fruit of their loins", that will inevitably result in the parent's to look at each other and say...

"That's your kid!"