Hey Pandas, What Is The Weirdest Thing You Did As A Baby? (Closed)

I was a weird baby. I could climb at a very young age, and I climbed on top of the fridge once. I also loved eating butter. I ate a whole stick of butter once and my mom caught me, sitting on the table, happily shoving butter into my mouth. Another thing was, I hated binkies. I remember once, my brother had pacifiers. I thought they were way cooler then binkies. So I stole his pacifier out of his mouth, put it in my mouth, then decided that pacifiers are just as bad as binkies.

I would point at random things and say, "shuts" while shivering

I walked at 6 months.

According to my mom when I was 2 my family went on vacation to Las Vegas or San deigo (she doesn't remember ) we wereally walking around when I picked a rock and threw it at a poor homeless dude and my dad had to apologize 😅 (No one was harmed by 2 year old me)

The youngest person on earth changes every second

The youngest person on earth changes every second.

This is technically happened when I was a toddler, but once by mom caught me eating the cat poop out of the litter box. Apparently I’d been doing it for like half an hour, and cried when she made me stop. I thought it was a special chocolate.

When I was a little baby I would crawl around on the bed of my great grandmother. She was bedridden and lived with my grandparents. On the bed was how I visited her and she would play with me. She passed away, and my parents took me and my four siblings to the wake. My mother was holding me, apparently not very securely because when we got up to the casket I saw great grandma lying down as usual. I let out a squeal and wriggled out of my mothers arms and dove into the casket to play with her. It wasn’t a pretty sight. My mother got me out of there and great grandma was fine. She never took me up there again.

Ate grass, dirt and anything that came into my chubby little fingers. I was maybe 2-3 and I would just do it cuz I thought it tasted good, I guess? It was weird. I also ate tree bark and chalk. I was a weird kid.

I didn't talk until the age of 3. My parents thought that ia was shy or something. My guess is that I didn't have anything important to say

It wasn’t so much weird as it was sad. As soon as I could lift my head I’d bang it purposefully on the ground crying. I had a traumatic birth and my spin got twisted but no one knew and I couldn’t talk so I kept just banging my head. It wasn’t till I was 5 did I start seeing a chiropractor and I’ve been seeing one ever since.

When I was little, I thought mushrooms were a kind of meat

Not me but my sister did a chin up on the table when she said her first word

I am told I constantly got into my diaper at night and smeared poop on the walls... 💩🤣

I ran away at 2 years old. The post man brought me home.

Put ham and cheese on my head, theres a picture to prove it-

When my parents would sing the song " Swanee River" (Old Folks At Home), I cried. Every time.

I used to eat the cat's dry food and drink out of her bowl, lapping it like a cat.

When I was born I came out sucking on my index and middle finger on my right hand. According to everyone I didn't suck my thumb I sucked on those two fingers, though I did switch it up to either hand it wasn't just my right.

I was also told I liked to bite stuff. When I was teething I teethed on anything I could. I have the coffee table that I chewed on a lot when I was a kid. Grandpa said after my teeth came in I was still biting everything so he sanded out the teeth marks. Apparently even gnawed on the blinds. I remember Mom finding bite marks on the blinds at my grandparents place. None of us would admit to doing it so she got us to bite something, I don't remember what it was, but she compared all of our bite imprints to it and I was the culprit. I kept telling her I didn't do it and she sent me to the spare room there. When my grandparents got home and Mom apologized they both started laughing telling her I did that a year or two before when I had gotten my teeth in.

I went missing at home when I was about 4-5. My parents looked everywhere. After quite a while they say they heard strange noises coming from the pantry. When they opened the door they found me with a roll of black pudding in one hand and my other hand stuck in a pickled onion jar, wrapped around the biggest pickle in there. Apparently, the had to promise me the pickle if I let go and let then get my hand out of the jar. I still love pickled onions.

Taste beer. My father was making his own and when I learned to walk I will put my hand in the would-be beer and taste it. According to my parents, I like it.

my mom said the strangest thing i did was constantly talk to corners or under furniture