real life chucky at the age of two terrorizes school

 

1. I have to admit, if I ever did come across this behavior at those ages I don’t remember it. My earliest consistent memories start at about age 3 1/2.

   But then again, I actually had a mother who did NOT farm me out to a kiddy kennel. And, at the time, my parents where still married––to each other. They didn’t divorce until I was almost five. I remember that.

   Posted by Christopher       12/21/2011  at  02:12 PM  



2. Such a shame - if they don’t stop her now - imagine, just imagine what she will be like at 16 or as an adult. What a waste of time, space, air and food. If taken away, she might be salvageable - but since no one appears to be doing anything about it - it’s just a matter of time before she kills someone or they kill her.

   Posted by wardmama4       12/21/2011  at  03:21 PM  



3. lets hope it’s the last option before she can achieve the one before.

   Posted by peiper       12/21/2011  at  04:24 PM  



4. How much do you want to bet that the mother of the violent girl never disciplines her own kid, and that there’s no father at home to enforce the boundaries of acceptable behavior?

   Posted by Argentium G. Tiger       12/22/2011  at  12:10 AM  



5. I wonder what the racial and cultural make-up of the violent 2-year old is?

   Well, it really doesn’t matter after the fact.

   Time for a little post-natal birth control.......BANG!

   Posted by New Jersey Yankee       12/22/2011  at  12:38 AM  



6. How much do you want to bet that the mother of the violent girl never disciplines her own kid, and that there’s no father at home to enforce the boundaries of acceptable behavior?

   I won’t take that bet Tiger. No doubt you are right. Just never seen behavior like that in one so young! I don’t think. As I said, my memories start at about age 3 1/2. Before that things are fragmented at best. I don’t remember anyone changing my diapers, for instance. But I’ve eyewitness reports of Dad changing my diaper and I decided he needed an extra squirt to the face! I’m told everybody, including me, giggled. I’m also told Dad was NOT happy that day.

   This was before Pampers. We’re talking cloth diapers. The kind I used to have to clean in the toilet for my younger sisters. I wonder if you can still buy them? They made great dust cloths, which is what we relegated them to.

   We should take a poll: What age did you start having decent, consistant, memories?

   Posted by Christopher       12/22/2011  at  04:05 AM  



7. Oh come on. TWO? TWO???  What kind of a beat down can a 2 year old girl deliver, even to another little kid? That’s barely out of diapers ... these days probably not even.

   Almost blinded? Fractured eye socket? Oh please.

   That said, the parents and the day care staff need to teach the brat that hitting is bad and won’t be allowed.

   Christopher - about the earliest memory I have is climbing over the rail on my crib to go play with my brother. The crib was green. I gather I had a small bed with a fold down rail when I was very small, I may have been 3 at the time. I hardly have a single memory from that early time in my life, but for some reason that one always stuck in my mind. By the time I was 4ish I have plenty of memories ... I remember playing Tarzan as a wee one, swinging from the kitchen cabinet doors - we used to get up on the counters to see what was in the closets to eat, and were so small that we had to build a siege engine out of a dining chair and a foot stool to scale the counters. So I’d guess that steady memory started around 3.5 - 4 for me, thereabouts. Heck I even remember several dreams from those days ... I had a magic dog, a German Shepard, that lived in a hidden room in the ceiling. I’d dream about that dog once every couple months, and be upset in my dream that I hadn’t dreamed of Rex recently enough, and that he thus hadn’t been fed. We had a very small dog when we were lads, a Welsh Terrier. I wanted a big dog.

   Posted by Drew458       12/22/2011  at  10:21 AM  



8. First memory I have - being taken into surgery for my first cardiac catheterization - I would have been at least 2 and a half - as that is when I was placed with my family (i.e. no longer a ward of the state). Another early memory was going to my parents friends house in Kalispel MT and having the thought - I’ve been here before (had to be 3 or 4 then) - probably had been there, but it just struck me as a very odd thought for a small child. And a memory of the donkey in the house as Christmas - everyone now says it was the pony - but I clearly remember a donkey - so that would have been in the 2.5 to 3 year age - while we were still living on the farm - not moved into the new house yet. After age 4, like Drew said the memories build up. One of my first from that time - was the day my oldest brother’s friend hit and killed our dog Skippy - the last basset hound (my parent’s raised basset hounds - The Duke and Duchess of Po-Maut-Awkee were their breeding pair) - it was like watching a movie. My brother and his friend feverishly digging a grave to bury the dog - like my parents wouldn’t notice he was gone and both of my sisters jumping into cars and speeding away to return with a standard poodle (in the top 3 of dumbest dogs we’ve ever owned) and a cocker spaniel - Spooky who ended up living forever and was a cool dog. I was not privileged enough to be part of the ‘adult’ discussion that ensued after dinner - re: My parents leaving with one basset hound and returning to find a poodle and cocker with no real explanation as to where the basset hound was. Fun times when family was everything in life.

   Posted by wardmama4       12/23/2011  at  08:16 AM  

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