Posted on 02/27/2006 10:48:23 AM PST by presidio9
Heck, I think I met him at a party once.
No excuse?
Have you ever had a bi-polar child?
Naw. The 12,500-mile commute would be murder.
I forgot those. Bipolar children should be allowed to do whatever they want. They're special.
This thread's definitely taken a tern for the worse....
"My mother knew she could take all five of us out to a fancy restaurant and we would sit quietly with our hands in our laps.
We knew without a doubt she'd kick the snot out of us if we dared embarrass her in public."
I recall the pinch and twist. Ouch!
Of course, this is the same grandmother that asserts that my brother with the well-behaved kids is too much of a disciplinarian and says nothing about my other brothers brat.
I'm thinking she might like Circus Circus.
Did he show you his tattoo?
It took me a second. Subtle and bad...
You're a genius.
Aw, shucks.... ;-)
I don't have kids, but I have never had a shortage of them. I have cared for more than one woman could physically conceive.
I used to take a cousin's teenaged son fishing and camping a lot. This kid was so well behaved (from age 11-14) he would wash my boat/truck without being asked, just because he was thankful I took the time with him. He wanted to be with me 24/7.
When I'd tell his mother what a good, polite kid he was, she'd stop short of calling me a liar. He was mean, worthless, evil, she said.
I would drive about 70 miles out of my way to include him in a fishing trip. Several times I'd called his Dad (my cousin) and asked if he'd meet me halfway so we could spend more time fishing/camping and less time traveling (these were weekend trips since I worked fulltime during the week).
He refused. Bottom line: This kid's parents gave the boy the finest, most expensive, designer labeled clothes, toys, etc. Their whole emphasis was to BUY him things. That was their definition of good parenting.
But neither had time for him. Spending time with him was too much effort, and got in the way of their pursuit of material wealth.
Another time I saw a woman begging (at Christmas) outside a WalMart, with two young kids who looked so embarassed. I stopped and talked with them, went into the store, bought the boy a rod and reel and tackle box with some tackle, and the girl the particular doll/clothes she said she wanted. I also gave the boy my phone number and agreed to take him fishing.
He did call me, to tell me he couldn't go fishing because his mother's drunken boyfriend had ruined their Christmas, thrown all their gifts and them out of the door. He said they were staying in a domestic violence shelter. I told him to call me any time he wanted to go fishing.
I knew if I gave the mother money the kids wouldn't see it. I still think about that little boy sometimes.
No kid is born bad. They absorb their environment and learn from the adults who bring them into this world. Unfortantely, too many are growing up in horrible situations.
Like I said, parenting would have to be the most challenging job there is. Don't know if I could do a good enough job. I'm happy to enjoy kids' company (and I do often, kids really do love me), but am glad I get to give them back when they become too unmanageable.
Heheh. If you ever get sick of him, send him my way. I love the kiddies :)
Funniest comment yet on the thread :~D
LMAO! Don't think he didn't try.
Takes after his old man, if I do say so myself.
My grandmother ended up with me when she was 48 years old and I was 4 months. I started walking at about 14 months and she just couldnt keep up. So she put me in little pink plastic rollerskates...It was 1954 and I continued to crawl.
One day she looked up the carpeted stair case, and there I was walking up on my roler skates. She stood at the bottom and the maid stood at the top, both breathless, watching me laboor to the top, not daring to break my concentration.
When I reached the top my grandmother said to Alice, Take off the skates.
I walked from that day forward.
That's right. I'd loan you one, but I'm afraid you might take it and head on down to your local Chucky Cheese to restore order among the little savages :)
That wasn't my point. You implied that your little method would work on any child, under any circumstances. It doesn't.
The only thing my son was ever cowed by was a cold shower. It is a bit hard to administer one when out in public. We removed him from the situation when we could. I am sure that there were people condemning us because he LOOKS perfectly normal.
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