When I was five or six years old I loved to eat margarine. I'm not talking spreading it on food. I mean taking the tub, dip a spoon in, and eat! To stop this my grandma and aunt told me that if I ate margarine or butter from the tub it would give me"worms".

Until I was a pre-teen, I couldn't figure out how it was OK to eat it on foods, but eating it alone would give methese "worms". The day came when I ran my knowledge about the dangers of eating margarine by one of my friends...

...I think he may still be laughing at that one.

Some kids have excitings career aspirations like a fireman, or an astronaut. Other kids have, well...

When I was little, I wanted to be a grape when I grew up.

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Up until I was about five, I thought all girls were vegetarians and all boys were omnivores. This was because me and my mom were both vegetarians, but my dad ate meat. I also thought that tigers were female lions.

I realized how wrong I actually was as soon as I started school.

Kara from Colorado tells us why she didn't like broccoli.

Facts from the kids table:

I don't know how old I was at the time but I distinctly remember being told by my slightly older and wiser cousin of the dangers of eating the leaves of steamed broccoli. I was strictly warned not to eat the leaves because they tasted like dog poop. Well he was older so he must have known. So, for many years I never let the leaf of broccoli pass my lips. I never did ask him how he knew what dog poop tasted like.

On Sundays my mother would make Portuguese stew. A typical Portuguese treat, much awaited by the family. On one fateful Sunday (fate is always said to play a part in Portuguese stupidity, that's why we sing it and call it "fado" - it's as national a music as your country or blues, by the way), on one fateful Sunday, as I was saying, I decided to test the temperature of said stew with - you guessed right - a normal thermometer. Needless to say, lunch was ham and cheese sandwiches, which is outrageous by Portuguese standards.

Just in case it isn't needless to say: Stew is a lot hotter then a body thermometer. The thermometer couldn't handle the heat and exploded into the stew. Delicious!

When I was about four or five years old I remember eating some Oreo cookies and thought I would put one in my pocket to save for later. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Later in the day I was outside and my brother was there with a group of his friends. At that point I remembered the cookie in my pocket and tried to fish it out. I was disappointed to see it was all crumbs. But at least my brother and his friends got a good laugh.

To bad cookie durability isn't taught until fourth grade science in the United States. This situation could have been prevented.

Joking Horse sends in this tale from the dark ages of microwave cooking.

When microwaves first came out, my mom was all excited to make scrambled eggs in record time that Christmas morning. I don’t know if she was just stupid, but she put the eggs in the microwave for twenty-two minutes (it doesn’t take that long to fry an egg) and didn’t realize anything was wrong until the sulphury smell of cooked-to-cardboard eggs began to waft through the house. We even tried them, I think, what we could scrape off the corning ware, just to make her feel better. Now, who really used to be stupid?

I wouldn't worry too much. If it was people like your mother that paved the way for the invention of the Egg Wave.