<p>Here is the my kid is so smart…yet so dumb thread. It goes like this…</p>
<p>“My kid is so smart…yet still can’t seem to master the skill of putting clothes in the laundry basket.”</p>
<p>mom, is that you!?!</p>
<p>I’ll second that motion!</p>
<p>Put a basketball hoop over the laundry basket.</p>
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clank!</p>
<p>10 char</p>
<p>*Put a basketball hoop over the laundry basket. *</p>
<p>He’ll just air ball onto the floor.</p>
<p>laundry basket? What’s that?</p>
<p>Oh, I have the ultimate story about this. </p>
<p>I was a National Merit Finalist… but I SPELLED MY NAME WRONG on the test.</p>
<p>Beat that.</p>
<p>Julie, how’s this one: my son could have been a National Merit something, except he put the wrong grade on the test!</p>
<p>DD had a “writting journal” in high school. She’s an excellent writer…not such a good speller.</p>
<p>Oh, ouch! You’ve got me there.</p>
<p>On the second day of 12th grade, I was literally locked in my house. I stood there for 5 minutes pulling on the door until my sister unlocked the deadbolt.</p>
<p>S1 wrote the wrong birthday on one of his AP rounds resulting in him being two different people at the College Board.</p>
<p>S2 also managed to be two different people, by having a middle initial one year and not the other.</p>
<p>Similar problem here mathmom - but more so. My children have been a passel of people! Kids’ last names is one of those pesky Irish O’-something names. Do you have any idea of how many variations of O’something there are (well, being mathmom, you can figure it out!) O with apostrophe, O without apostrophe, O with apostrophe followed by capital letter, O with apostrophe followed by lower case letter, O merged with the other part of the name in one word, O as middle initial, other part as an independent name. It’s a nightmare. One school D. applied to had it spelled three different ways! I never could convince them she was one and the same person. School finally put an end to a frustrating set of emails by sending a snotty letter (with her name misspelled) saying that they couldn’t proceed with her application because they were missing her SAT scores.</p>
<p>No need to just share what our kids have done.</p>
<p>I signed younger S up for the SAT test and when I filled out the form, gave him his brother’s middle initial instead of his own. S never was able to get College Board to change that. Younger S has never let me forget this…</p>
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<p>Anyone ever fill out a form for their kid and fill out their own birthday/gender/SSN?? Yeah, yeah, I know we aren’t supposed to fill their forms out for them but…</p>
<p>I went out to toss some garbage and the cat locked me out. With the deadbolt. I hadn’t taken the key with me.</p>
<p>A moment of triumph (I presume) for the cat and embarrassment for me.</p>
<p>How did the cat manage to turn the deadbolt?</p>
<p>I think he looked it up on About.com. ;)</p>
<p>No, actually it was a deadbolt that turns on a pivot so I assume he just grabbed it with his paw and pulled. (He reached it by sitting on a little end table that was by the door. WAS.)</p>
<p>The worst part was I had the other cat outside with me, on a leash, and no cell phone. He likes being outside, but only within a twenty foot radius of the apartment. When I picked him up and started walking to Petco to use their phone, I suddenly had my arms full of flailing, panicked feline. I stuffed his head under my armpit so he couldn’t see the scary streets/cars/buildings/trees and kept power walking. While I waited in the grooming department for my mom to arrive with a spare key, he pathetically scrabbled at the plate glass windows and mewed for passerbys to save him from the crazy lady. And was the cat who locked me out staying idle through all this? He was not! He was pulling all the cupboards open and chewing his way through a bag of treats.</p>
<p>The moral to this is “Always take your keys with you when you go outside.”</p>
<p>^That story is one of the funniest pet stories I have ever heard and it seriously made my day.</p>