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Arguing with a coworker about this little prank I pulled. Back story: A while back my wife and I took a four hour road trip with my nieces, then ages 4 and 7. As young children are wont to do they were on the vocal side and we convinced them to be somewhat quite by telling them that maybe we could spot trolls under bridges they aren't old enough to know they exist primarily on the internet. As we crossed over the first few bridges they proclaimed they saw no trolls and we said it was because they were making to much noise. We kept this up for most of the trip with general success. We came to a general consensus that trolls living under car bridges were green and ate pistachio pudding, that's what made them green. Trolls living under train bridges are brown and eat chocolate pudding. Caucasoidial trolls were not covered. Recently the wife and I moved to a new place, near a couple bridges. We convinced our nieces that we had a regular troll visitor named Gomer.
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Some day he hopes to make it to Romania and settle down. It MAY be true that she will be miserable with him and make him miserable with her. In many ways, you yield some authority to the church. Here are my thoughts as someone who grew up with a non-mormon father and as someone who married a non-mormon girl. Ultimately there are no guarantees but I'd say it's worth a shot. Make sure she knows the plan, so you both can dress appropriately. For now, again, don't expect a decade long relationship. I knew that when I met him. My wife and her family are a good example of this. That is why there are home teachers, friends, family members, neighbors–≤to provide priesthood blessings.
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It's gonna hurt, and it's gonna break her heart, but much less so than waiting until you've both committed to each other and start discussing your future together. After you read the CES letter Im pretty sure you will be grossed out by mormonism. Two very simple things that require so much effort and understanding. You don't need to worry about living paycheck to paycheck. Living in an interfaith, marriage can be hell. Not all of us are able to achieve that ideal but we are to strive for it. Anything she learned about mormonsim, she wanted to learn on her own. Why would you behave any different now. After moving in with him it has become painfully obvious I have a lot of personal improvements to make to meet his minimum expectations as a wife and mother. It is not something that should be taken lightly.

Arguing with a coworker about this little prank I pulled. Back story: A while back my wife and I took a four hour road trip with my nieces, then ages 4 and 7. As young children are wont to do they were on the vocal side and we convinced them to be somewhat quite by telling them that maybe we could spot trolls under bridges they aren't old enough to know they exist primarily on the internet.

As we crossed over the first few bridges they proclaimed they saw no trolls and we said it was because they were making to much noise. We kept this up for most of the trip with general success. We came to a general consensus that trolls living under car bridges were green and ate pistachio pudding, that's what made them green.

Trolls living under train bridges are brown and eat chocolate pudding. Caucasoidial trolls were not covered. Recently the wife and I moved to a new place, near a couple bridges. We convinced our nieces that we had a regular troll visitor named Gomer. He came every weekend for pudding we would leave out. The girls wanted to help and so we left out two bowls of pudding one chocolate one pistachio, just in case Gomer brought company. But WAIT not only did the trolls not wash the bowls but they pooped on our steps. Now some adults might say that troll poop looks a great deal like meringue cookies but they're party poopers.

I proceed to tell my nieces who have never seen meringue cookies that some people consider troll poop a delicacy and popped a few in my mouth. The youngest looked utterly horrified the elder, she looked as though she would be ill; and despite my best efforts neither chose to try any of the delightfully airy troll poop. They were mint chocolate chip and chocolate if it makes a difference.

TLDNR: Convinced children meringue cookies were troll poop, proceeded to eat said "poop" and offered them some. Not cruel. My uncle when he lived in Cincinnati had us convinced there was a ball-eating monster on the other side of the wall that separateed the backyard of his town home from the next. Harmless, lightly amusing, and it's bound to give the girls some fun little memory to associate you with for the rest of their lives.

It's all good. Ha ha, these are the types of stories you trot out when they introduce you to their fiance later in life. Double the trauma, double the fun!

They will stop believing in Santa Claus and the Easter Rabbit but trolls do exist. Indeed they do. Or is it that you eventually turn into a poop. Funny prank, the girls will look back on this and laugh when they are older. Oh, Maria, that is something I have to put in the back pocket. The girls made most of the story line themselves, like so much in life I added the crap and finer details.

It was way less effort than hiding easter baskets has been. The return was more than adequate comparetively, way less stress involved than the snowman paintings we all did the day before.

One of my buddies used to have a fake arm. You know, the kind you hang off the back of your trunk. Well, he went to visit his neice and he put the arm in his sleeve. He reached his arm out to shake her hand and when she grabbed it, his arm fell off. Too bad I wasn't there to see it. My wife and I have teased my brother's daughter into semi-believing that there is a "tickle farm' in Listowel, Ontario where little boys and girls go to have all of their 'silly' tickled out of them.

I actually laud you for stoking their imaginations! He tied me to a tree in the yard and sprayed me with the hose for an hour. I think it's awesome you put that much effort into your relationship with your nieces. My grandpa convinced me when I was a kid that chocolate chip cookies were really rat poop To this day I don't really like chocolate chip cookies or chocolate Stories like this make me wish my siblings would go about having children now that they all went and got married.

I want to be a crazy bachelor uncle who pulls wacky pranks around his nieces and nephews. The only way that this is cruel is if they don't figure out the truth until they're way too old to still be believing it. Case in point, I was born at China Lake which is a Naval base smack in the middle of a desert.

As in no bodies of water anywhere near it. However, the LA aqueduct runs sort of near the base, and my dad would always tell me that the Navy ran submarines through the aqueduct into an underground lake beneath the base.

This made a lot more sense to me than having a Naval base in the middle of a desert, so I never questioned this story. Fast forward a couple of decades to me talking with some military folks at a conference. I found out that one of the guys was stationed at China Lake, and mentioned that I was born there. Then I asked him if he was a submariner.

When he just looked at me funny, I explained about the submarines and the underground lake, wondering how he could not know about this. I've never really forgiven my dad or myself for that one. Now they'll think of you every time they hear that someone had a shit-eating grin. The only thing cruel about your joke is the fact that, after reading this thread, I have a strong hankering for cookies. Your story is relatively benign and, if anything, probably got them to stoke up their imaginations.

I wouldn't worry about it. Now introduce them to Chief Falling Rock. You know; the indian chief who throws them rocks down the cliffs onto the road. Nothing wrong with a little make-believe as long as you are a responsible adult and make sure they know that troll poop is special and not like any other poop. Your story doesn't sound like a prank, but just playing pretend with the girls.

My Stepfather convinced his second daughter that orange was black and vice-versa, these were the colors of the high school she would eventually attend. Apparently this was funny and all until she started school, the story goes that it wasn't until 3rd grade that she finally accepted that her Father was playing a joke on her. RCook oh, I find what you did totally funny too. Your prank? My grandfather on the other hand He told all of us when we were old enough to speak that the whipperwhill's call was the bogeyman walking through the woods near the house and whistling to himself.

If you ever heard it, it meant he was close enough to hear you too and at night he might creep into the house and take you away. We lived 15 miles out in the country, there were fucking bogeymen everywhere. Ever been out in the woods at dusk in the midwest? I still get chills when I hear one. Absolutely wonderful! It'll be something they'll remember forever, and always think kindly of you for it.

These two fine and upstanding gentlemen decided to convince me that the only way to get rid of chicken pox is by bathing in chicken blood. And then proceeded to go steal a chicken. I'm not entirely certain what would have happened had my Grandmother not come around that time There will be many laughs about this, from both sides, for many decades to come - nice job!

That's not a cruel joke. This is a cruel joke. The Lounge Says Well, The Lounge Says, "Poop! When I was very young my parents went on a trip for a few days so I stayed with my aunt. She convinced me that I was her son, so when my mom came home I kept saying I was "Jeanne's boy.

When dealing with children, always do your best to lie outrageously to them. It's good for their imagination, their sense of humor, and it aides them in the development of their bullshit detector.

When I was running a furniture store, there were a few times I had to take care of my son, who was about 4 until he was 6, and I got my first IT job. Half of my furniture was kid's stuff; bunkbeds, small tables and chairs, etc. Colorful, durable, but I had to keep my showroom spotless and everything arranged "just so. It was easy to keep him entertained, and we'd spend a lot of time talking. My biggest fear was him wandering into the back room, out the delivery door, and into the back of the mall.

We were also right next to the main freight elevator shaft. So when the elevator would occasionally move, it was noisy and groaned, boomed, and echoed and sounded pretty scary, especially in that cramped back room. I told my son that he couldn't go back there, and the sound was a huge and grouchy dragon that lived in the dungeon back there, and he'd soon as eat you.

When he asked what kept the dragon from coming in the store, I told him there was a genie who did that, and sometimes the genie would send his assistant to give me things to put in my store to keep the dragon out. But they magically keep him out. He totally believed me and everything, always asking questions about what the dragon did or wore, and I just made it up as I went along. I made the whole thing sound like a soap opera, and the genie and the dragon used to go to school together, but then there was this fight over who ate more Chinese food and who ended up paying for it, and then there was this phone bill dispute that made them enemies for YEARS



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